About five months ago I went to my local marijuana dispensary and got my medical marijuana card. It didn't take too much convincing, the doctor, or whatever that dude is sitting in that tiny room, took one look at my discharge papers from rehab and signed off.
I thought weed would help improve my appetite, from not being able to taste, and help me relax at the end of the day and stop the constant stream of thoughts. It does both.
Today, I visited my local weed shop.
It's always such a strange experience. There I was standing at the counter. A young-looking girl on the other side. She asked what I wanted. I said something motivational but relaxing. she leaned over and pulled a glass jar full of green buds. She opened the jar.
"Smell that," she said.
"Oh, I lost my sense of smell. It looks good."
"Okay. Well, at least it will taste good," she said.
"Yeah, I lost my sense of taste too."
She looked confused. She asked how. I told her from a head injury.
On my walk back home, I thought about the exchange and why I couldn't just inhale deep from my nose and let out a big satisfying sigh afterward. There would be no awkward silence, no need for explanation, but for some reason telling the truth is my immediate reaction. At first I wondered if it was some ploy to get sympathy, or a desire for attention. I'm not sure if it is both, or if it is neither.
I never thought I'd say this but I'm going to start really trying hard to lie, the next time I'm in a similar situation.
13 years ago
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