Growing up I was always taught that drugs were bad and that I should stay away from them. That was never a problem for me as a kid because I never came close to encountering it. But once I was in college, it was pretty much in my face all the time.
During my freshman year, there was a guy next door--our dorm mate--that would keep pressuring me to smoke with him. It didn't help that my roommate also smoked weed. He had my dorm room smelling like marijuana every single day. The peer pressure was getting to me. Not that I wanted to be cool, but I just wanted them to stop bothering me about it. So I agreed to hang out with the guy next door while he smoked with his buddies. They all got high; I didn't. It just seemed idiotic to me.
A few years later my close friends began smoking weed. The temptation was stronger because these guys were my actual friends and not just some guys that lived
around me. I still felt like it was a stupid habit and rejected their offer to smoke with them. Then I started having some problems. My father had passed away, my grades were dropping, and I was having relationship problems. I was going through so much stress I needed to escape.
So I ended up giving in. As good as it felt to be on that high, I felt even worse when it went away. I saw why it could be addictive. I also saw why it could be a gateway drug. I knew guys that were tired of the weed high and needed another stronger high. But I admit, I smoked a few more times. I stopped once I met my future wife. Instead of satisfying my stress with marijuana, I focused on my new relationship with her.
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