I thought the indica strains were the more calming ones?
"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Going back on meds! :/
- Thread starter Blacksheep
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
RickTheToad
Moderator
Sativa is usually used. A mix of the two can also be an option. Just depends on how the body and mind reacts to the strains.
Giovanni SouthSide
Master Don Juan
I wouldn’t recommend smoking ganja. It will just flat out dump him in an insidious depressive spiral and will be extremely difficult for him to claw out from. Marijuana exacerbates depression and anxiety in prone individuals especially with these modern hard sprayed strains. I come from the chronic strains of the early 2ks (og kush, grand daddy purps, train wreck, sour diesel, ak-47, northern lights, purple haze, LA confidential, blueberry, skunk, chocolate thai, white widow, cat piss, afghani kush etc etc). I am beyond smoked out. Now I can’t handle all this new smoke.
Dude needs to exercise get the blood flowing to the brain, sleep 7-8 hours tops and eat homemade cooked meals/h2o. If that doesn’t hack it then either check T levels or go to cognitive behavioral therapy/meds.
Dude needs to exercise get the blood flowing to the brain, sleep 7-8 hours tops and eat homemade cooked meals/h2o. If that doesn’t hack it then either check T levels or go to cognitive behavioral therapy/meds.
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FlexpertHamilton
Master Don Juan
Agreed. Smoking pot for depression or anxiety is a total clown move. You cannot be a serious person with a weed habit. It's only acceptable for people who already have their **** together and are highly disciplined. If you were smoking those old Js from the 60s and 70s that were 1% THC that's fine but modern strains are absolute insanity let alone all the concentrates and stuff like dabs, those people are beyond redemption.
Giovanni SouthSide
Master Don Juan
“It's only acceptable for people who already have their **** together and are highly disciplined.”
One sentence that falls with the heft of absolute and irrefutable truth. Every single run of time where I have had steady streams of passive income (fvck you money) , bills up to date, no debt, mental stability, and even better if I have a reliable sane chick by my side in bed then those were the moments where I had no issue chiefing it especially at night because I knew the house was secured. It’s that flow state of peaceful calmness of having your life in order with out the black dreaded anxiety of the future that lets you savor a deep rip to the dome during the chill breeze and stillness of the night. But when I have been dealing with harsh mental hurdles, alone, no pvssy, and just not improving grey areas of my life then weed just brings those things to surface even more and I’m just hyper-aware of everything around that makes me unhappy. Like you said, weed is only for when you have tied up loose ends.
Right now, I’m ok without consuming. It’s been a year clean. It’s self-control and it’s a super power.
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"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.