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I was wrangled into the very situation I was trying to avoid. I don't want to have anything to do with weed ever again. I don't want to be around it. I don't even want to be in the same room with it. And yet, here I am, stranded in a house with a bong being passed around in the next room. WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR PEOPLE? I understand the allure, the sensation, the fun of it, but it's not worth it. And you can't even respect me. You did it right in front of my face after I specifically asked what was going on tonight, debated if I should go or not, and was assured it wasn't going to happen. I just want to go hoooooome. Curl up in my bed and forget about everything.