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	<title>Comments on: An Exhale</title>
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		<title>By: justsarah</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 04:57:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know that feeling so well, and there&#039;s nothing NOTHING that makes me feel more uptight and angry, and generally foolish for no good reason than when someone I feel comfortable with whips out a doobie (or any other kind of &quot;recreational&quot; drug) and just assumes I&#039;m well up for joining in. (Actually, there is something else that makes me feel that way, but I see you&#039;ve discussed that in your next post :) ) There was a time when I wondered whether I should be flattered to be considered so &quot;normal&quot;, but thankfully age has made me more sure of myself! 

Funny anecdote, that&#039;s probably funnier in person: It used to really annoy me when a friend who was a self-professed food snob during the day used to whip out a line or two at a certain point in the evening. Normally, he&#039;d turn his nose up at anything that wasn&#039;t 100% organic, fair trade, hand-peeled and/or lovingly cultivated by empowered farmers - fair deuce, but it was the hypocrisy of his drug taking got me more than anything. I always felt like asking him what it was like to inhale a chemical cocktail that had most likely been smuggled into the country up the a**e of some unfortunate drug mule. (Sorry to be crude, but I really wanted to be that blunt about it!). Of course, I never said anything because I liked him, other than that, and I always felt caught off-guard somehow. Instead, I would just simmer away for the evening and give my poor partner an earful all the way home :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know that feeling so well, and there&#8217;s nothing NOTHING that makes me feel more uptight and angry, and generally foolish for no good reason than when someone I feel comfortable with whips out a doobie (or any other kind of &#8220;recreational&#8221; drug) and just assumes I&#8217;m well up for joining in. (Actually, there is something else that makes me feel that way, but I see you&#8217;ve discussed that in your next post <img src='http://www.newnewfrontier.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  ) There was a time when I wondered whether I should be flattered to be considered so &#8220;normal&#8221;, but thankfully age has made me more sure of myself! </p>
<p>Funny anecdote, that&#8217;s probably funnier in person: It used to really annoy me when a friend who was a self-professed food snob during the day used to whip out a line or two at a certain point in the evening. Normally, he&#8217;d turn his nose up at anything that wasn&#8217;t 100% organic, fair trade, hand-peeled and/or lovingly cultivated by empowered farmers &#8211; fair deuce, but it was the hypocrisy of his drug taking got me more than anything. I always felt like asking him what it was like to inhale a chemical cocktail that had most likely been smuggled into the country up the a**e of some unfortunate drug mule. (Sorry to be crude, but I really wanted to be that blunt about it!). Of course, I never said anything because I liked him, other than that, and I always felt caught off-guard somehow. Instead, I would just simmer away for the evening and give my poor partner an earful all the way home <img src='http://www.newnewfrontier.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 20:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As you know, Mom and I were anomalies in our generation over the same thing. Smoking weed makes people silly and boring. 


I&#039;m also pretty sure a good friend of mine is dead on account of years of regular use. Hmmmm, makes you stupid, might kill you, AND you get to deal with organized crime to get it. 


Who could say no to that combination?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As you know, Mom and I were anomalies in our generation over the same thing. Smoking weed makes people silly and boring. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m also pretty sure a good friend of mine is dead on account of years of regular use. Hmmmm, makes you stupid, might kill you, AND you get to deal with organized crime to get it. </p>
<p>Who could say no to that combination?</p>
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