My blogging buddy Matt posted something Monday that made my little mind work a bit harder than normal…
And for those of you – the majority, I assume – too lazy to read his post (though, looking at my readership, I’m certain most of you already checked it out), he posed a question to the audience: Is smoking weed a “deal breaker” in a potential mate?
I’ve read all of the comments listed, curious to see what my fellow bloggers – the majority of whom are 20-somethings from across the country – had to say about this topic, and needless to say, I was not surprised to find myself in the minority.
To call me a “goody two shoes” might be an understatement most days. While I’m no stranger to drinking and the crazy life of a college girl at the number three party school in the U.S., weed has never been “my thing.” Sure, I’ve been around it more than a handful of times, including at least twice in the last week, and have plenty of friends who choose to light up (I’m probably going to sound super lame throughout this entire post, FYI), but when it comes trying the stuff, I’ve always refused. And, as a result, I tend to prefer dating someone who would also forego the occasional high.
Some might say – many of my friends have as well as some of Matt’s commenters – that the only reason I’m “against” pot is because I’ve never done it. Perhaps that’s true. But I’m 23, and as far as I’m concerned, if I made it this far without any desire to partake, it makes little to no sense to begin sparking up now just so I can obtain a better grip on the masses and their Mary Jane cravings.
So, to some, I may stand on my drug-free pedastal, completely complacent with my opinions on the topic although they are based on no real understanding of the substance or participating in its use, and attempt to sway the opinions of some about their toking habits. But those individuals, the ones I’d prefer not smoke, are few and far between. Will I give you an eye roll if I see you pull out a bowl – Funny story, first time I heard that phrase in college, I thought people smoked out of an actual bowl. You know, like a cereal bowl. Mmhmm, I’m seriously that naive awesome. – in my presence? Quite possibly (but mostly because I hate the smell). Will I actually care? Not likely.
I suppose it irks me, to some extent, that people automatically assume I have this “holier than thou” attitude about weed simply because I have chosen not to pull out a bong when the opportunity arises. I’m certain that there are those out there who will sit and judge someone who smokes based simply on that action, but when it comes to me, that’s not the case. I’m not one to sit on my high horse and look down on whoever blazes up in front of me. To each their own, as far as I’m concerned. All of us – myself included – have done things that others might not be entirely proud of, so why would I criticize another person for this action?
And although I tend to remain open-minded when it comes to pot, yes, it still remains – and will forever act as such – a deal breaker in a relationship. It’s not something I do, so why would I want to spend my time with someone whose activities include a drug I have no desire to ever experience?
…In the end, I guess what I’m trying to say (and seriously, it’s taken me four friggin’ days to get this out of me, and it’s totally not up to par, as far as I’m concerned) is that it’s possible for someone, myself in this case, to have a personal opinion about something and yet stay not only tolerant, but unprejudiced to someone whose stance greatly differs. So, for those of you out there quick to judge me because I don’t smoke, maybe it’s time to revamp those thoughts ’cause honestly, I don’t at all appreciate being unjustly interpreted as judgmental and hypercritical.
