I used to smoke pot a lot. It was mainly when my life was not going so well and I needed something to escape it. I would spend days out of it with other unemployed friends coz there was nothing better to do. We would eat things we would not normally consider. I don't think food tasted better, I enjoyed just the simple act of chewing and the textures that different foods created.
My best friend had a thing for this oily salad dressing that she would pour into a bowl and sop it up with some bread....but when straight, the stuff was repulsive! I remember driving home following another stoned friend, we were driving so carefully that a pedestrian overtook us...not good!
My life has since gotten much, much better and I find that I have no urge to smoke...it was offered to me on my hen's night but I just didn't feel like it. For me it was simply a way to escape from the direction of my life that I felt I had no control over...now I have control, so therefore no more escape is necessary.
