Longterm Reassessments

Dad, how old were you when you first tried THC? It was not until my freshperson year at the University of Michigan when you could not go from one end of any dorm to the other without inhaling that not really oregano oily fragrance. Why were you such a late bloomer? As I recall, back in premillennial times those who were high school pot heads were recognized by all, including themselves, as destined for malodorous lifetime outcomes, if not outright sociopaths then at least hopeless malcontents and scofflaws without civil redeeming value. Really? So how did all that play out? We were correct in these pessimistic predictions at least in large part. You don't sound surprised, as I so hoped you might. Only because those of us who waited until we had high school graduation credentials in hand fared about the same unremarkable neither better or worse, certainly not rewriters of history as far as I ever heard. And, although I might well be mistaken, those who self-promote as never having inhaled either sooner or even much too later, have outcomes possibly least happy of all, except for those who also have not found enough real food to eat or too much booze to drink in one remorseful night. Interesting. I hope that is a population of zero in my postmillennial era. Watch out for those who deny evolution as evil. They are those least likely to learn from our mistakes, thereby proving the foolishness of their own anti-evolving theories about traditional unchanging consciousness and humane nature and EarthMother's sacred spirits, inhaling to exhale, reweaving nature out with nurture in.