Roommates weren’t happy with my cannabis consumption

I made a lot of sacrifices when I entered college late in our early 20s.

Instead of placing me on campus in a dorm room with a younger student, the college insisted on having me live in a shared house instead.

The other tenants of the house were older students like myself. I had genuine hope in the start that we would all get along, that’s not how things transpired. At first you have something akin to a honeymoon stage residing with another man where all the people are on their best behavior and are still trying to please the other person they’re residing with. Then as time goes on, expectations from each get together begin to shift and evolve, and hastily you’re no longer on the same page with this person who you’re sharing residing quarters with on a yearly basis with no end in sight. For me it was hard trying to find people who were okay with our cannabis use despite my medical marijuana card in my state. I used ozone spray and an exhalation unit with a carbon filter while pointing it out and opening the window. I think there’s no way that our roommates were away from me smoking weed, but occasionally I’d get snide remarks the next day or ongoing cold shoulders and passive aggression surrounding our responsible cannabis consumption. Would these people rather live with a drunk? I cannot get over the people who are addicts themselves and then they go plus demonize those of us who just want a legal right to shop in a cannabis dispensary without getting robbed or arrested. We have a long way to go at the federal level, but at least we’re moving in the right direction.

 

Roommates weren’t happy with my cannabis consumption