It's Much Nicer Than Many Will Admit
When I was younger, I fell for the scare tactics that my parents, my school, and the public advertisements sponsored by non-profit organizations. These were things like drugs and sex. What they didn't tell me was what to look for. When I was told about sex, I was told about all these diseases and that I could easily get a girl pregnant. What I didn't know for the longest time were things called contraceptives. I didn't get any further with a girl because I didn't want to get her pregnant and have to drop out of school to raise a kid. "Surprise! That could have all been avoided if you knew about condoms or of the other things you could have done." The betrayal done by my 'superiors' stung.
The same thing happened with drugs. I was told "drugs are bad" without knowing really what a drug was. I was told it would ruin your life and make your friends and family hate you. It was only a couple of years after that did I learn of the words cocaine, heroine, and pot.
"You will end up a street junkie if you even touch any one of these things."
You would imagine my surprise when I found out my parents have been doing it all my life. I knew about that little dish with the funny smell under their bed or in their closet, but I didn't think anything of it. My sister found it when we were teenagers and told me what it was. She hadn't seen it before but she knew the smell from the parties she had been to. We were both shocked and pissed. We received a long talk with our parents and were told that they would stop. We found out they lied.
Then my curiosity got the better of me and I started doing some research. What the hell, it's not as bad as I've been told? I watched specials on marijuana like the Penn and Teller - Bullshit episode on the War on Drugs. I still carried my doubts.
I was in college bunking in one of the apartment complexes. One of my roommates (4 students, 2 bedrooms) was a stoner/pot head extraordinare. I didn't care, but his music sucked. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and felt like ****. Hanz (pothead) had his friends over and were baking in his room. I thought, "What the hell." And knocked.
"Can I join you guys?"
They had a make-shift bong out of a Gatorade bottle. I knew that you had to inhale as much as you could and hold it in. I felt the lump in my chest, exhaled and coughed a little. It took a little, but I began to notice that things were flowing differently for me. My perception turned everyone into CGI characters of themselves. I could barely understand what they were talking about. I would forget and remember things over and over. My muscles felt like they were spazing at random moments like I was cold and shivering but my body was unsure that was true. It felt different. It felt much better when I did it with my friends.
After that, I wanted to know as much as I could. I've read articles about the benefits weighed against the consequences, how-to's on growing and making bongs and joints, and people's experiences. There's this one video hosted by a "Mr. Green" on how to make a hydroponic farm in your basement. There's another that's hosted by an ex-narc on how to avoid getting caught with pot. The movie Super High Me. One of my favorites, I own a book called Build This Bong. One of the entries is how to build a vaporizer with an old soldering iron.
When you think about it and do your research, there's little to no reason for making it illegal. I'm not a stoner, but I'll smoke a joint with you if the timing's right.