That Whole “Contact” Thing

I am occasionally exposed to the smell of weed, and often to the sight and smell of booze. And usually there’s a little voice in my head that says, “Let’s get some of that!”

To that voice, I say, “It makes sense that you would want that, and I understand, but for right now I’m going to choose not to.” And I accept that I will hear from that little voice again.

To the people using, or to the world of medical marijuana, I say, “You know, if it works for you, go for it. It has nothing to do with me. I personally can’t handle it, so I decide not to do it.”
Either way, I avoid the situation as much as I can, and especially when I am stressed out or upset, or otherwise more vulnerable than usual.
This is a good reminder, though, because tomorrow night I am going to a concert where there will be a ton of pot getting smoked. I am going with two friends from recovery, and we’ll be looking for 12-step meeting during the break between sets. So in that case, planning helps, too.