This week has been enlightening. It’s amazing what good things can come out of tragedies. On Monday, March 10th, 2014 at around 6:45am, my family’s home caught on fire. Luckily, my brother woke me up and got my dogs out safely and I was able to exit through a window. Thank god for great homeowners insurance so my family will be okay. Also, thank god for good friends and a second family like no other. Everyone’s generosity is very much appreciated. I must say I have the most amazing friends and family in the entire world and I consider myself one lucky person. But our home fire made me think. What am I doing? Why am I not finishing my degree? Why do I still work in retail? Starting today. Fuck it, right this second all of that is going to change. I’ve updated my resume and started to apply to more professional type jobs. It’s time to be an adult. It’s easy to get set in your ways and in the way your life is headed and sometimes it takes a life changing event to sort of force you to re-evaluate your decisions. I’m glad I’ve had the chance to re-evaluate mine. I’m moving on.
I think EVERY state should legalize Marijuana.
The legalization of Marijuana has been a hot topic issue in the media over the past few weeks. With the legalization of recreational marijuana in Colorado, the country seems to be buzzing about which states are next.
Colorado, the first state to allow recreational marijuana sales to adults, has projected nearly 600 million in wholesale and retail sales annually. The state expects to collect nearly 70 million in tax revenue.
Pennsylvania Governor Tom Corbett is opposed to legalizing marijuana for medicinal or recreational use, but might be forced to change his mind after Colorado’s success with the drug.
If you were the Governor what would you do? Would you legalize Marijuana?
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Life is full of ups and downs. It’s most definitely a roller coaster. Although sometimes it seems like there are more downs that ups it’s the downs that make the ups so worth it. I’m starting this blog because I feel like I need an outlet – someone to talk to. (By the way, by “talk to”, most of the time, I’ll mean “bitch at”.) Congratulations lovelies, you win my ranting daily, weekly, monthly hourly, or however often I feel like updating because damn it, I can.
My name? That’s not important. My occupation? Neither is that. What is important is that I’m a 25 year old female from New Jersey and I love an intelligent (or even at times a not-so-intelligent) conversation. I’m a girl gamer, but not a no-life gamer. I don’t really give much thought to what i wear. I live in Chuck Taylors. I like kids and even hope to have my own one day. I’m a friend, daughter, sister, cousin, niece, aunt, and your new best buddy!
So since we’re all here and I’ve already (hopefully) got your attention, I want to rap about somethin’ right quick, yo. It’s been on my mind for awhile but especially bothered me today. But before we get into that, here’s a little background story. I hate my job. No, seriously, I loathe it. My coworkers are alright but the company I work for, and the people that frequent our establishment, …ugh. Today was payday and I received my pay only to find out I hadn’t been paid for Christmas or New Year’s, which are both paid holidays for full time employees. Now, I am a new full time employee, having worked part time for 5 years prior for the same company. I call our company’s HR line only to be told sorry, you’re a part time employee. You will not be paid for these holidays. HOLD UP. Part time? I’ve been full time (or so I thought) since September, so you can imagine my surprise at being told this. Someone dropped the ball. I was told I was entered in the computer as full time on numerous occasions so finding this information out aggravated me in ways that I do not even want to bring up at this time. The entire situation had me spiraling through all sorts of negative emotions and enthralled with anger. I spoke with my mother about the situation and she had some advice. While good, it was also not without accusation. This is your fault. Was the overall theme of the conversation. I’ll get back to this little chat with my mom in a second. This is where my post starts to become relevant.
So, after I spoke with my mom, I went back into my room and do the same thing I do every time I’m feeling depressed. I packed the bong with some premium shit and I sparked a bowl pack. Now, I know what you’re all thinking and I’m telling you right now, shut the fuck up. Everyone smokes weed. Everyone. Trust me. Going back to my conversation with my mom, one of the things she said to me that made my situation my fault was that I couldn’t work anywhere else because I can’t pass a drug test. At the time, I felt like she was trying to make me feel bad for my decision to smoke pot which may or may not be true, but as I sat on my couch and smoked I started to think about everything that is currently going on. I came to three conclusions.
- The first conclusion I came to was that my situation fucking sucks. But why does it suck? I mean, it’s definitely not a positive thing that my pay was severely shorted or that I was feeling like my mom was putting me down, but in the end, it’s just some stuff that happened. Life is full of things that happened. Some things happen some days and other things happen other days, and this thing happened today. It’s not worth getting all bent out of shape over, just hang out and get through it.
- The second conclusion was that my mother loves me. Even though sometimes it may feel like she’s putting me down or raining on my metaphorical parade, every comment comes with a sincere desire for me to be the best person I can be and amount to be successful and happy.
- I feel better, instantly, and I didn’t even drown my sorrows. I worked through them. I did it with the help of the cannabis plant. So, my third conclusion was why is smoking a little pot a bad thing? Why can it keep you from getting a job? To me, that just seems unfair. It’s not harmful, and it’s even proven to be beneficial, so why am I looked down upon for using it? I’m not going to go further into this particular topic today, possibly in the future, but my point is why can’t I just smoke some weed?
I don’t mean for this blog to be some pro-marijuana, political activist type stuff, but I will touch on the topic from time to time. Thanks for reading my first post and I look forward to sharing and discussing with you all. Word to your mothers. I’m out.