I love the stuff, but for me it was incredibly dangerous because of precisely how much I loved it. Once I start up smoking, I can&#x27;t stop. I&#x27;d go through a quarter every two days. I would smoke as soon as I got up, as soon as I got home from work, all through the night, waking up every hour or so to smoke. I would stop seeing my friends (none of whom smoke), I would stop going out. I had no patience to read or code, and so all I would do was lie on the couch and watch TV or lie in bed listening to music. I stopped working out because moving took too much energy. I stopped self-improvement. I lost any intellectual curiosity. Sure, I would write down my moments of &quot;great high inspiration&quot; which were usually meaningless strings of words in childlike handwriting (because my fine motor skills are pretty terrible on the weed) that sober me was embarrassed of.<p>Some people can function perfectly fine on the stuff, but my addictive brain absolutely cannot handle it, and I&#x27;m much, much better without it.<p>But I love it.<p>I love it.<p>And every day it&#x27;s really, really hard not to just give up and call my guy and smoke the night away.