In my mid-thirties...part of that last generation that has experienced the amazing paradigm shift in the way we live, because of this crazy interweb. Currently, work at the airport in a job that mostly relies on tips.
Spent most of my youth traveling abroad due to my fathers work. I did eventually find out that this would classify me as a third culture kid.
Did the whole education thing, reluctantly, up until the Masters... not only to appease the family but more to reassure myself that Academia was not where I would be able to find that natural ease... what I'm trying to say is that I wasn't smart enough, or at least smart enough to be able to find school easy with my goldfish attention span, and these other social phobias/ticks I had since I was a kid and only seem to be getting worse.
So I found myself both
- shunning the life choices my family and their culture were hoping i'd take (good professional office job, wife, kids, big house, etc)
- and not really having much success in creating or even finding another viable life path...Chasing your dream is one thing...Knowing what the fuck your dream is to begin with, is another.
I've smoked mj whenever I could, starting since I was around 21... probably translates to 5 years of daily use. I enjoy the high
... but once I got passed that initial sensory overload/warpedness I found that it actually just makes me feel overall better
. So recreational or medicinal, I think with mj it's sorta the same thing.
I made the decision if I can't find that dream I want to pursue, than I might as well enjoy my time
, because, you know, it might take a while, or never happen at all. Part of this mid-life crises craziness includes interacting, for a change, with the people on these forums that I'm usually following up with obsessively. For the last several months Fuckcombustion, has probably been the main one for me.