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I can definitely turn the weed back from crutch to recreation. It’ll just take some discipline (and disciprine…come from within). But the biggest challenge is gonna come with your points 3 through 6. It’s definitely got me thinking in the right direction, though: I don’t have the weight of the world on my shoulders – we’re all sharing it. I’m as unique as I am inconsequential. It’s actually a liberating feeling! The pressure’s off. I don’t have to be prime minister, or cure cancer, or climb Mt. Everest. I could, but nobody expects me to — no matter how much pressure I put on *myself* to (as you put it) run the rat race and get to the finish line.Thanks again, Shane. I was looking all over the place at blogs and websites and articles, all of which listed every symptom and feeling I was going through — but then they stopped before the “it will get better and here’s how” part.

First of all, every shit thing you are doing is strengthening and backing up all the other shit things in a viscous cycle. Weed/depression/tiredness/lack of enthusiasm are all best buds … weed in the long term rots your will and your mind … if there were any answers to truly gain from weed you would have brought them back from weedland by now –

1. STOP SMOKING FUCKING WEED FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. Substitute it with wanking, stretching, cycling at night, movies with a friend, script writing, anything etc.

2. FUCKING EXERCISE! Start off very small at first. Get that blood flowing, wake up your brain and body. And if you don’t feel like it because you are envisioning the relief of being stoned or general wallowing; substitute that thought with where those activities get you in the long run.

3. FUCK EXPECTATION… don’t be too hard on yourself. Most people feel like this at some point and with varying levels but manage to go on to be really fucking happy. You will do this all in your own time, life is the thesis, fuck the rat race and finish line. No one is perfect. Set yourself microscopic tasks on repairing yourself at first.

4. WRITE DOWN ALL YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS IN A FRANK, HONEST, DIRECT WAY, THEN GO TO WORK ON THEM. (All these FUCKS are so unnecessary) Observing your big, tangled, mental fuck knots as a series of smaller inter related thread annoyances can put things into perspective.

5. FORCE YOURSELF TO GO OUT AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH, GO ON YOU CAN DO IT! Not to get laid or impress (cause getting laid or drowning your sorrows in someone else won’t change you if weed didn’t) but to HAVE FUN, FORGET AND RECONNECT. 

6. GIVE THE FINGER TO FACEBOOK AND TV,

7. LISTEN TO DEFIANT MUSIC AND READ ‘FUCK THE NORM/SOCIETY’ LITERATURE AND MAKE A ONE YEAR SUGGESTION (NOT PLAN!)

Hope this helps,
Shane.
Ireland.

P.s you think  weed is good and addictive. Wait until you try being a light and open person who gets fulfilled by the little things … shits more addictive than crack! Remember everyone figures it out in their own way. This advice is specific to my biases. Someday you might tell someone something similar.

I’ve been trying to make time for creativity, but my lack of motivation sucks it all out of me. I’ve got it in my head that because I’m not on the road to an Oscar with the short movies I’m making, it’s not worth it. I’m letting my imagination dictate what other people expect, and I try and modify my behavior by it — how messed up is that?! I’ll never get anywhere!!!I feel like I’ve completely isolated myself from my friends and family, and like they don’t care. But even if they ARE concerned, I’m too trapped in my own head to notice. I feel sooooo guilty about not seeing friends, not being in a creative career, and not…I don’t know, “actively participating” in life anymore. I feel desperate to get back out there, to socialize, to share my life with other people, but then the next minute I feel exhausted, depressed, boring, and trapped (I’ve been wallowing in isolation, what could I possibly contribute to a conversation?). And I end up concluding that “people” (every person in the universe) don’t have time or patience for a bat-sh*t crazy sad-sack like me, so I smoke pot until I don’t care anymore, and waste another night.Thanks for listening. I’m desperate, and trying to get out of this without destroying aspects of my life that really matter – even if I don’t know what they are. I wish I could “induce labor” on these other steps. Any tips?

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Great blog though!!!!!!!

Maybe, just maybe, those are simply universal sensibilities that every person experiences at many points during the courses of their lives. Sure, maybe there’s a statistical correlation or frequency distribution showing that it happens most often at certain age ranges. But let’s not start equipping ourselves for stereotypical “phases” when we really just need to assess our goals and priorities. 

The researchers’ most important point: the idealists are most affected. Let’s make that the take-away for this article – not “Can I blame my worries on quarter-life-crisis?” but rather, “Can I see past societal conventions and diagnoses, and just live with passion for my life?”

It seems to me that our lives are so fast-paced, whereas our grandparents and parents wouldn’t have thought twice about the fact that they would have to work hard and plod on for several years until they started to realise the life they always wanted, our generations believes we should have what we want NOW. I don’t know about you, but I watched a lot of Disney movies growing up and I believe they made me think that life was going to be a fairy tale.

I think part of the quarter-life crisis is realising that life’s tough, unfair, and rarely glamorous, and that to get what you want you’ve got to work hard for it. And learning that the grass ISN’T always greener on the other side.

It seems to me that our lives are so fast-paced, whereas our grandparents and parents wouldn’t have thought twice about the fact that they would have to work hard and plod on for several years until they started to realise the life they always wanted, our generations believes we should have what we want NOW. I don’t know about you, but I watched a lot of Disney movies growing up and I believe they made me think that life was going to be a fairy tale.

I think part of the quarter-life crisis is realising that life’s tough, unfair, and rarely glamorous, and that to get what you want you’ve got to work hard for it. And learning that the grass ISN’T always greener on the other side.

A girlfriend with whom I was in a serious relationship also left because of the distance issue. And I don’t know what to do. Just trying to hang in here. Saving some money thinking I will begin a life sometime.

In this economy, since I don’t want to move back in with my parents or sleep in the street, stage 3 doesn’t really seem possible. So I guess I’ll just bounce between stages 1 & 2 until I die. Fun.