People who don’t have kids don’t understand this, but my daughter changed my life by making it mean something more.
I still worked the same job, had the same house, the same life, but now I looked at it differently.
It was more important to do these things so I could take care of my kid. Is it a crushing responsibility? Sometimes, but it also has allowed me to experience life on a more profound level. Perhaps I am getting too philosophical about it, that happens when I smoke too much. They just recently opened up a new cannabis dispensary down the street from here, and it’s taking me back to my college years. Before my kid came along I was a bit of a degenerate pothead, and spent most of my time drunk or high on cannabis. When I had her, I cut back on all those things because they no longer seemed important. After that cannabis was something I did once in a while, usually late at night when she was fast asleep. Now things are different, and she is away to school, and as I mentioned a cannabis dispensary opened up nearby. The stars all aligned, and I have spent this whole weekend just getting blazed on three different strains of cannabis. I know I’m sort of regressing back to my degenerate pothead days, but this isn’t a new way of living, it’s just one crazy cannabis-fueled weekend. Come monday I will get back to normal, and resume smoking marijuana every once in a while like usual.