harshed
Right, so, no one told me that Karey went and became a hardcore stoner. I guess, of all her weird changes, this should’ve been one of the more obvious paths that she could take, but it didn’t really cross my mind. Ever, actually. It’s that fun, innocuous seeming demon that’s taken down so many of my friends.
Again, I wonder why and wish that I didn’t care. And again, I do my best to accept it as so and work to make it not affect me too much.
Turns out, I guess, that I haven’t looked her up online in a long time. Much longer than I realized. No idea that she’s been working at Shell Shock, a head shop, since the spring. A pothead store, for the uninitiated. That’s not the big deal, so much.
It’s not even that she’s a big stoner, necessarily. It’s that I was able to learn this in the most ridiculously simple way. By reading her Facebook profile. Her public Facebook profile, accessible to all. It mentions it, over and over. Her stoner pride, her constant weed usage, her shroom trips, her marijuana activism. All there, written out over and over in plain English on her About Me.
It’s not that she’s a pothead. It’s that she’s been messed up enough by the weed to think that it’s something worth announcing to the world like that on her most obvious public online home. As if it were worth advertising to anyone who might care to look.
It’s stupid. Karey is a lot of things. Never stupid. I thought.
Anyway, it looks as though her and Karla are on the rocks or over or something. It’s not clear. Only vague, in that creepy MASSIVE TMI Facebook sort of way. That’s why I looked. But I wish I hadn’t learned those things about her and the weed. They make me feel bad. Really bad. She could’ve done so much better with her life.
My buzz is harshed. Totally harshed.
My own damn fault.
Again, I wonder why and wish that I didn’t care. And again, I do my best to accept it as so and work to make it not affect me too much.
Turns out, I guess, that I haven’t looked her up online in a long time. Much longer than I realized. No idea that she’s been working at Shell Shock, a head shop, since the spring. A pothead store, for the uninitiated. That’s not the big deal, so much.
It’s not even that she’s a big stoner, necessarily. It’s that I was able to learn this in the most ridiculously simple way. By reading her Facebook profile. Her public Facebook profile, accessible to all. It mentions it, over and over. Her stoner pride, her constant weed usage, her shroom trips, her marijuana activism. All there, written out over and over in plain English on her About Me.
It’s not that she’s a pothead. It’s that she’s been messed up enough by the weed to think that it’s something worth announcing to the world like that on her most obvious public online home. As if it were worth advertising to anyone who might care to look.
It’s stupid. Karey is a lot of things. Never stupid. I thought.
Anyway, it looks as though her and Karla are on the rocks or over or something. It’s not clear. Only vague, in that creepy MASSIVE TMI Facebook sort of way. That’s why I looked. But I wish I hadn’t learned those things about her and the weed. They make me feel bad. Really bad. She could’ve done so much better with her life.
My buzz is harshed. Totally harshed.
My own damn fault.