I felt so good when I woke up this morning that I thought about taking up pot smoking. I want to continue to smile, and I have to learn to not let the world’s ills become mine.
I need to isolate myself and my people because no one else is going to look out for us, but pot will help me keep a positive frame of mind when I do meet strangers.
Little things like people taking two parking spots or not acknowledging me when I hold the door for them won’t seem so bad in a hydroponic haze. Larger, real-life issues like corporate terrorism and religious fanaticism will merely become matters out of my hands.
I will be a little cotton-mouthed, to be sure, but when I do speak my words will be much more universally optimistic. My thoughts will be with all my brothers and sisters, and I’ll exercise faith in mankind.
Maybe I’ll even make my way to God.