The other night I got high with a few friends. Not to unlock my third eye, crush a deadline, or biohack my nervous system into a state of tantric productivity. We weren’t chasing enlightenment or insight or growth. We just wanted to laugh. To unwind. To play DnD and stop carrying the day around like a sack of wet concrete.
We sat around my living room passing a joint built like a power forward and talking about absolutely nothing of consequence—the kind of conversation that floats, drifts, wanders, and somehow becomes the best part of your week.
And in the middle of that dumb buzz, I had this tiny intrusive thought:
Is this still allowed?
https://hightimes.com/culture/joy-is-still-a-valid-reason-to-smoke-weed/
