Yeah, Man.

Writing wouldn't be such a powerful tool if authors continually stayed inside the lines. If everyone just said what they thought people wanted to hear, there would never be any truth or essence in literature. Honesty can be cruel and unforgiving, but it's brilliant.

What I have to say is too opinionated for a facebook status, and would start a comment war, which although that would be entertaining, I'm not interested in having a million useless notifications. Also, I think the people who are going to understand what I have to say are going to read this blog post. And, maybe if I am lucky, I will get a few naysayers in here too, who will leave a comment.

Before I start, let me just state something first.

It is absolutely none of my business whether or not people smoke pot. If they want to do that, great; good for them.

With that said, I really could give a rats ass about how amazingly high you were last night and that you smoked the fattest joint ever rolled in the history of rolling joints. Or, that after you ripped your bong "100 times" you ate the most deliciously crafted cheeseburger that surely came from Heaven because it was just that good. I could also live without knowing the name of every "piece" or "glass" you own, and the story behind where and when it came into your possession.

I understand passion. Every emotion I feel and express is often associated with the word "dramatic," but I prefer to call myself passionate. I am incredibly passionate about writing, clearly. And, I hope to one day make it my career. I live for the high I feel after perfecting a difficult sentence, or finishing a story. Maybe that's lame, and if so, then I'm lame too.

I also understand money. Money talks. I dig that. I also can see how painfully our economy is suffering.  There are so many people who need jobs that just aren't available. It sucks, and I live in fear that once I earn my degree, there won't be a job to apply for within my field. I live paycheck to paycheck now, and I am afraid I always will.

Another thing that I understand and appreciate is nature. I live in the White Mountains for God's sake, how can I not love the landscape surrounding me? The air here is so clean and fresh. Where I live is so unique and special, because of the nature that I am engulfed in every day.

Would you like to know what I don't understand?

I don't understand why there is so much passion from people about legalizing marijuana. Here's a concept, what if you were as passionate and pressing about the job you currently have, rather than the idea that legalizing marijuana will solve all your financial whoas? What if, you spent more time researching ways to make your current job more lucrative instead of conjuring up why you should start a pot farm because you would be so amazing at it? How about starting a real farm stand, with tomatoes and lettuce and carrots because if you are so confident in your farming skills, why not put them to use for something that would actually put some money in your pocket?

And I know, I get it. It's from the earth. It was created by "God" so how could it be harmful?

I'm going to go smoke some poison ivy that I've been growing outside. It's from the earth right? Harmless. Nature. Yeah, Man.