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Intrepid

I'm sure you guys might be tired of reading all these 'busted' threads, but I had to vent. Obviously it's my first time actually posting here, but I have been reading for a while. I feel like such an idiot. I first got into weed about a year or so ago, did it very occasionally. It was just too complex of a situation. My friend would always have barely any weed, and what's more, got it from from a ****ty unreliable connection, we'd roll it into a joint (which took forever) then go to the park near his house to smoke it. It became too troublesome, so we basically stopped.

Then one fateful day a new employee at my work happens to ask if anyone needs weed. My eyes light up, I have finally found someone reliable. And he certainly was, and an awful nice guy too. Needless to say I score a bag off him, and let my friends know. We do it a little more, but not really a whole lot still. Still smoking joints, and dealing with that. But sure enough my new connection offers me a pipe, which I take him up on. Whoa now, smoking just got a whole lot easier. I even began to consider trying it by myself. But refrained. But not for long. Eventually I tried it, liked it, did it more. Months went by. Got an awesome bubbler, began to buy weed more and more. Smoked every weekend with my friends and quite often by myself, in the hot tub or whatnot. Life was decent. Then I get home one day after picking up an 1/8th and being impatient after not having any weed for a week or so. So I'm like, whatever, I'll just smoke this now and open a window. God knows, the smell has always gone away before, be it in the car, the house, anywhere. It had never seemed to be as much of a problem for me as I see people here often saying. But sure enough a "what's that smell... it smells like pot" was heard about 45 mins later. I had the window open the whole time, didn't smell anything myself, but alas, my mom detected it. I got a little nervous, but proceeded to act as normal as possible (which is pretty normal I must say). I also usually don't get really red eyes, so I wasn't afraid to look straight at her when she said "let me see your eyes". Sure enough, I pulled it off. She bought it, and I thought I'd make it after all.

But of course, she came down later that night and asked, "I just wanted to ask, you're not into drugs or anything are you?" 'No...' "but you'd tell me if you were, right?" 'yeah!' "you sure?" etc.. still did not seem as of yet, however, that I was busted.

So I went up to my room, thinking I need to hide my stash a little better, which I did. But of course, forgot about that bubbler. It was hid okay, but not as intelligently as it should have been, like the rest. But the next morning I tell myself I need to take care of it, and of course I forgot about it. Even remembered it when I was downstairs but for some reason didn't think it necessary to go back upstairs and really take care of it. Just maintained that horrible "it can't happen to me" mentality that had seemed to work for so long. You see my mom goes to work about 1-2 hours after I leave for school, so I was (correctly) weary of her searching my room. I knew I had messed up by not hiding it better as of yet, but all day I just concentrated on getting home, taking care of it right away, doing my homework, and just going to work like usual, free to smoke another day.

But of course, when I got home tonight, she had to talk to me about it.. as she had found it. Now I'm thinking I'm twice the idiot, first for smoking in the house so early, and second for not taking my 2 chances I had to take care of that bub. And now I'm ****ed. She's making me see a counselor (because of my brother who got involved with weed and went totally into a downward spiral, but that's totally not me at all. I mean granted I have my problems like anyone else, but I am an intelligent person and I knew my ABC's through and through regarding the effects, contents, and science of weed. I never once used it as an "escape", only as an accessory to life, just like riding a bike might be. My brother was the opposite, and he let it get to him and is paying for it now). Plus I'm grounded for quite a while, can't drive her car (don't really understand that one), and some other menial bull****. I understand her concern completely, as my brother truly did throw most of his life away because he couldn't control himself. But I have always done well in school, and maintained (except for this one day, obviously) a strict set of rules that I would abide by as far as hiding/smoking goes. And it was fun, there are lots of memories.

But I just feel so disappointed in myself that it all came crashing down because of some really stupid mistakes. I'm torn because as of late (by that I mean a couple years though) my stepdad has put a ton of stress on me, my grades have started to decline, my work ethic turned to an utter joke. So on one hand I feel as if this is what I need to get back on track. But at the same time, I feel like I've been needing to get back on track for a long time - but for reasons completely unrelated to weed, and that if I had the self-discipline I've always wished I had, I could still maintain a balance of weed and otherwise in my life. I chose to keep 1/2 of my stash and my pipe in my pocket when she asked if there was anything in the house & for me to go get it, and I'm not sure if that was a wise decision or not. I don't want to betray her trust but at the same time, I'm so taken aback by the whole stupidity surrounding the origin of this mess that I believe I can still keep it an aspect of my life as soon as I straighten up and fly right regarding other areas of my life.

This is an extemely long thread heh, but I take it that if you've read this far then you understand where I'm coming from, have been there, or are worried you'll be there (like I was, as I read everyone else's 'busted' threads). My only advice to you would be, keep it balanced, the middle way is best, and maintain the discipline necessary to make sure that when you smoke, it's not going to put you in harm's way (be that literally and physically or like a situation like mine).

Now I just wonder if I've got it all wrong here and really am messed up. Any input or advice would be tremendously appreciated (just hoping you've read the whole post!)...

Thanks..

 

WhiteBoy

getting busted is pretty bad, especially when you gotta go to counseling.....

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StonedBrad

I'm sorry to hear about your situation. I would have been honest with her from the beginning though, so I know exactly how you got into the mess. I told my parents that I smoked the minute that I was doing it on my own. They didn't like it, but they respected me for being honest. We have since worked out a "truce". They don't give me crap about smoking as long as I don't sink into a pit of laying around and doing nothing.

Works just fine for me.

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Hensonic_Boom

You're post has been one of the most eloquent I've ever read. I personally thank you for the thought that went into this. I think the quote sums it up the best (especially for me). If anyone follows that mentallity with this "accessory to life", no harm should come to them. I wish you the best.

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Intrepid

StonedBrad, sounds like the thing to do. Somehow I feel my parents would have reacted in a similar way had I done that.. hmm. I'm considering explaining to them in a long thought-out letter perhaps about how I did my homework before getting involved and how I try to discipline myself regarding it, etc. I doubt that at this point it will go anywhere near them letting me do it, but it will at least explain my position a little better and not leave them thinking I'm some lifeless burnout (I can tell my mom doesn't know too much about marijuana from the things she said).

Hensonic, I deeply thank you for your kind words. It's indeed very good to know that people elsewhere treat it with respect and know not to abuse it. Thanks again

 

Pod

Sad turn of events mate. I recently endowed my parents with my habits if you will. They don't mind as i have quit. But my old man admitted he smoked during the 70's anyway. So he was of course a little more forgiving than my mum.

TheGreenBlazer

I know for a fact I would get kicked out of the house if my dirty evil habit was known to my parents. My only advice is keep your stash in a place you KNOW they will never look, like on your person.

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Intrepid

heh, that's where I have it right now. Too paranoid to keep it anywhere else. I have every intention of getting my bubbler back as well, since she just wrapped it and the remainder of my stash (most of which I reclaimed as soon as I got home today) in a plastic bag and put it in the garbage in the garage. Next wednesday night (thursday is trash pickup) I'm going to grab it again, and be smart about it this time. I wonder if my conscience is all but disappeared, since I think if this kinda thing happened say, 2 years, ago, I'd have immediately handed over everything and felt like a horrible person. And now I plan on smoking tonight, but really more for a kind of "farewell" toke, as stupid as that might sound. Since I know I won't be able to do it as often as I used to. But I will for sure abide by a more strict set of rules that I will set for myself and keep everything in check.

mcblaze

yeah...


I had been smoking for about 3 months pretty heavily. I started to get cocky, and started not covering up my tracks as well as I should. I thought my dad was oblivious to me. WRONG. One night, I got a nice fat sack of weed (7 grams) some good sticky ****, on a ok price ($25). I wasnt going to smoke it until the next night, but all I could think about was the skunk I had. So i decided to say, **** it, wait till the old man goes in his room for the night, and take the dog out, smoke one. So I roll a phat one up and go out. I got REALLY stoned. I wasnt even thinking right, so I just put the roach in my pocket to enjoy later. I walk in the door and BAM there he was. I walked by him, saying my asthma was bothering me. I went in, locked my door, and got on the computer. Im thinking, HELL YEAH, im home free. So I log on to stoned.com and start having a good time. Then I get a knock at the door. Its him. I forgot the toilet next to his room didnt work, so he had to use mine to piss. He came out after he went, and he knew something was up, he worked DEA undercover for 2 years. He kept asking me confuesing, weird questions, kept saying smells like something is burning, I kept saying I didnt smell anything, and not looking him in the eye, just kept on typing. My dumbass didnt even bother to put Visene in. So he leaves. I KNEW he knew. So that morning I told him that I was high, because he wasnt talking to me much. He said he appreciated me telling him, and had I not had, he would have tested me got me busted. So I got off free, no grounding. I was smoking again a week later, but MUCH more cautious. That was almost a year and I havent been caught again. I still smoke as much, if not more, and I also have a pipe...

pray I dont get caught again!!!

The Blaze

AnarchistBarbie

I think you've got a premium opportunity here, Intrepid, to allow your parent[s] to begin to accept that your brother's issues were his own, and not a characteristic of cannabis use... keep up on your school work, be the good person you've been all along, be as understanding and accepting as you can of the limitations you've been given pursuant to being 'busted', and wait it out.

I think it was a tactical error not to just smile and provide the truth when your Mom came back to you and asked again if you were using drugs... you could have smiled at her and said 'hell, no! I don't do drugs, I just smoke a little pot once in a while' She might have reacted just as badly, but you would have avoided losing her trust over the lie.

Still... it sucks that you got busted.

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