To my fans: This particular blog post wasn't thought of in the shower. It just so happens that I need to blog about an academic project im currently embarking on for Journalism.
Marijuana has been a subject of great debate both in political and social circles for a long time now. And frankly, I don't know why? Yes, I am a marijuana advocate. Not an addict. I've had a puff once or twice and it has been a memorable experience. I would give an in-depth description of my best highs but this is not about me. Possibly in later posts In this post , I will be commenting on the bigger picture.
I study International relations and Journalism at Monash South Africa and one thing I know about the weed smokers at the school, is that they are lazy. Not by nature but by habitually getting high. Infact, marijuana helps concentration when taken moderately- I can vouch for that. But once over done, "couch potato syndrome" sets in. Academically, a couch potato suffers.
It;s not hard to spot a couch potato at monash. Firstly, from a distance, they always look drowsy, they're always in a good place emotionally like nothing you say could vex them, they have a slouched walk and always looking to eat something but can't because they are broke from buying all the weed. Up close, theyh have perpetuallyh sweaty palms and the classic weed smokers breath.
Currently, monash university has a somewhat under enforced rule against drugs and weed. I separate weed from drugs because I assert that marijuana is not a drug. it's a plant. It just grows like that but should you so happen to set it on fire, that's a different story. Monash, due to a series of unfortunate events are strengthening their hold on such "accessories". They are contemplating introducing dogs that sniff students at the gate and random searches in students' rooms in order to counter the circulation and use of these "accessories".
I couldn't care less what the school does because I'm not a habitual smoker. I am a recreational smoker.
Illegal marijuana dispensaries are present all over the Ruimsig area. Having visited one, I notice they are very discrete about their trade. They don't tell you their names, they don't look you in the eye, they don't talk except when it comes to the money and their homes don't even smell like any marijuana-ish activity takes place in there. At first, to make sure you're not affiliated with the law, they deny having marijuana, at first. Once you convince them that you are clean or actually dirty as they are, they open up only slightly. This is the trend until one becomes a regular customer or couch potato. At the risk of being stereotypical, i notice that these dealers are mainly Zimbabwean.
hmmmm
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