In another life time, when l had just begun college smoking dope was everywhere. We would smoke on campus, sometimes even in the stairwells in the middle of a two hour lecture session. l guess it gave new meaning to the word ‘smoko.’
In the end l largely gave it up. It wasn’t the cost, as it was so cheap, a lot of the time it was free and shared. No, in the end l gave it because of a side effect. I found that it was affecting my sleep in an unusual way. After smoking everyday for two weeks it felt very much like l was vividly dreaming from the moment l fell asleep to the moment l woke up. While that is probably not possible, that is certainly how it felt. As a result l woke up exhausted, l was getting sufficient sleep, but l wasn’t getting any rest.
l made a conscious decision to cut right back. Friends noticed and asked why, and l explained that at the end of the day l wanted to be the one in control of my life and l wasn’t going to delegate that responsibility and let drugs rule me. That was the path to addiction, and l wasn’t going to walk it.