does anyone smoke cannabis ? i am a supporter of it only thing i really support and think it can help people emotionally and physically ... if you dont believe me do your research.. i believe that a balanced blunt or joint once a while isnt bad and helps someone its like when people drink a bit of wine.. (please no judgment or insults towards me ) yes i know in the bible it says we arent supposed to do drugs but i dont consider cannabis a drug .. god gaves us plants ..
A couple of things about this post (and a few others of yours)-
Obviously I don't know much about you, your history, your life. But it's equally obvious to me that you're a bit lost and confused about things- for instance, what God is really all about (in another thread you seem afraid of His harsh judgement of your thoughts/behavior, but at the same time there's this thread where you seem to think God is cool with recreational drug use as long as He made the drug...these attitudes just seem very conflicting to me). You seem at odds even with yourself quite a bit- you come in and post these things but within your post tell people not to be harsh or judgmental; you appear to know which topics are going to draw a bit of fire but don't want to hear it.
You come across as very...naive but rebellious, and between your avatar and some of your posts, I think you're going to find yourself the recipient of the wrong type of attention.
Please don't take my words as...a lecture, or as though I'm chewing you out- I don't mean them that way and I don't want to push you away from the forum here. What I'm saying is out of concern for you, and out of experience...my past is riddled with similarities to your present.
I grew up in a Christian home, I went to church my whole life, I didn't get into the drinking and partying scene (at your age). Yet, I was far more involved with guys than any teenage girl should have been, I had random bouts of guilt that made me afraid God would punish me, I often only felt worth anything if men were paying attention to me, and I wanted to seem cool and relaxed in front of my friends so when they'd get drunk or stoned, I'd act like it was no biggie. No big deal for 15, 16, 17 year olds to be getting high. No big deal that we were all lying to our parents. No big deal that we were often with people older than us and completely oblivious to the dangers we were exposing ourselves to.
All of that was when I still lived with my parents and held some fear of getting in trouble. After I moved out, there were no boundaries to protect me from myself- the things that weren't a big deal when my friends did them stopped seeming like a big deal for me once I wasn't worried about getting caught. I could do what I wanted, and what I wanted to do was make people- older guys, particularly- like me. I didn't really have any strict limits on what I would do- drinking til I blacked out, getting high if the opportunity presented itself, overtly "sensual" photos for complete strangers online, going places alone with men I barely knew...and in the few quiet moments in between parties, intense guilt and begging God to forgive me and promises to change. But then within a few short days or weeks, I'd be waking up in some guy's bed or on the floor of a house I didn't recognize. I witnessed- and experienced- some truly horrible things due to my behavior, my naivety, my inability to draw the line somewhere. I saw friends arrested, or hospitalized, or beat up by their boyfriends. I stayed in a situation where I was being beat up by someone else's boyfriend. I was raped. My friends were being hurt, I was being hurt, we were all toxic to each other, and none of us knew how to get out of it.
I know that this all seems pretty extreme to you, and you might be thinking it has nothing to do with you or anything you've posted. Admittedly this post might have gone better in your previous thread, but I've kind of just lumped everything I've wanted to share with you into this one post and happened to be in this thread when I felt prompted to share it. Anyway, what my sob story has to do with you-
You've got one foot on the same road I went down. I'm sure you don't see it that way, and that's ok, I don't expect you to agree. In fact, I don't expect anything at all from you, I merely hope and pray that you will at least read what I've written. Maybe you will remember it, once you've moved out of your parents house and suddenly have no rules. Maybe some small part of my experience can serve as a warning to you, or any other young woman who is a little lost and whose self-esteem depends on men finding her attractive.
Please forgive me if I've made assumptions about you or your life...I just have been seeing some red flags in your posts and it's been worrying me for a few days now.