The garden is lookin' great, Shcrews.
I gotta give you some tough love though, especially since nobody else is doing it.
You gotta quit bringing random chicks that you meet on vacation back to your ganja farm in the mountains where you live alone with one helper and a poodle. I don't mean to come across like a dick, but that's pretty dumb. Sure, you've been lucky up to now, but it's asking to get jacked; especially when you're staying at the same place for multiple years. Sure they may seem nice now, but what if they're in a rough spot with a rough crowd a year or two from now? You can bet they'll remember that guy who took them up to his pot farm for a few lays.
Moreover, you don't need to tell (cool) girls what you do for a living to get them to like you. You got your degree in Sociology, say you work at a non-profit organization related to healthcare. It's not lying and it's no more specific than you need to be with someone you've just met (and it doesn't sound like BS or something that is a cover story for growing that would lead to suspicions). A lot of really cool chicks don't much care if a guy has two nickels to rub between his fingers. I've been to SoCal, and I honestly did get the impression that most of the people there are essentially just like all the rat-race gold-digging drama lovers in New Jersey, only with more money (or want it more), less fake Italian nonsense, and think they're even cooler. In other words, if you're meeting girls who you feel will only like you if they know what you do, go somewhere else to vacation and meet girls. Go to Oregon or Hawaii next time.
Regarding cool chicks that are actually worth getting to know: take pride in being good at what you do. If you can allow yourself to be proud of product of your hard work, you'll lose your insecurity and your need to justify or prove yourself to other people (and most people aren't worth proving anything to anyway). Consequently, as a more confident person (and never forget that true confidence comes from humility: being knocked down, having your ego checked, and working through adversity and getting better; anything else is just douchey), you'll be much less chasing tail and much more choosing the real women from the hordes of superficial ones who just want to have a story to tell all their friends about their fling with a pot farmer. Women can SMELL insecurity and they can smell real confidence. Guess which ones flock to which scent. It gets lonely on the hill; wouldn't it be nice to have a REAL WOMAN there by your side throughout the year as opposed to the occasional flings that are a huge security risk?
That, and this may be more of an old-school east coast thing, but learn to profile. While there is some truth to the saying "you can't judge a book by its cover". there's also some bullshit to it. How people dress, unless they're trying to be deceptive (e.g. the pot grower who dresses real Republican while hauling several kilos in the trunk), one's looks generally do say something about them that isn't far from the truth. I've been told I look like a Hell's Angel; I'm not (I don't even know how to ride a motorcycle), but I certainly didn't go to fucking private school, either. I've been a bouncer at several bars and profiling is VERY useful; I was pretty good at knowing which motherfuckers were going to be trouble.
That being said, the girl you pictured above (with a tramp-stamp on the back of her neck and giant guages) isn't someone who I would bring to my pot farm, unless she was successful in some creative endeavor such as an artist of sorts (and by that I mean an actually successful artist, not "I play guitar on Venice beach"). When someone doesn't have their shit together or isn't finding success or has little going for them, they can flip on a dime. That girl could very well be cool as fuck, I'd probably hang out with her at a bar before most people, but I sure as fuck wouldn't tell her I grow pot unless I'd known her for quite some time and know how successful she is in her own life. While she looks like someone who could be really cool, she also looks like someone who can very easily hang out with wrong, shitty, dangerous crowds of people.
I used to think profiling was something only bigots and assholes do. Then I learned that it's just as much a survival method as learning how to defend yourself. I can be one of the nicest people you'll ever come across and restaurant/bar staff at places I've never been to are always shocked at how polite, well-spoken, and generous I am given my appearance. But I'm also a serious motherfucker. And I've learned that if someone looks like trouble, that's strike one. If you get the slightest whiff that they're not cool as fuck, that's strike two and "strike three" is make-believe and a dumb, risky step to wait for before you make your verdict to get the hell away from them.
Be smart, Shcrews.
I gotta give you some tough love though, especially since nobody else is doing it.
You gotta quit bringing random chicks that you meet on vacation back to your ganja farm in the mountains where you live alone with one helper and a poodle. I don't mean to come across like a dick, but that's pretty dumb. Sure, you've been lucky up to now, but it's asking to get jacked; especially when you're staying at the same place for multiple years. Sure they may seem nice now, but what if they're in a rough spot with a rough crowd a year or two from now? You can bet they'll remember that guy who took them up to his pot farm for a few lays.
Moreover, you don't need to tell (cool) girls what you do for a living to get them to like you. You got your degree in Sociology, say you work at a non-profit organization related to healthcare. It's not lying and it's no more specific than you need to be with someone you've just met (and it doesn't sound like BS or something that is a cover story for growing that would lead to suspicions). A lot of really cool chicks don't much care if a guy has two nickels to rub between his fingers. I've been to SoCal, and I honestly did get the impression that most of the people there are essentially just like all the rat-race gold-digging drama lovers in New Jersey, only with more money (or want it more), less fake Italian nonsense, and think they're even cooler. In other words, if you're meeting girls who you feel will only like you if they know what you do, go somewhere else to vacation and meet girls. Go to Oregon or Hawaii next time.
Regarding cool chicks that are actually worth getting to know: take pride in being good at what you do. If you can allow yourself to be proud of product of your hard work, you'll lose your insecurity and your need to justify or prove yourself to other people (and most people aren't worth proving anything to anyway). Consequently, as a more confident person (and never forget that true confidence comes from humility: being knocked down, having your ego checked, and working through adversity and getting better; anything else is just douchey), you'll be much less chasing tail and much more choosing the real women from the hordes of superficial ones who just want to have a story to tell all their friends about their fling with a pot farmer. Women can SMELL insecurity and they can smell real confidence. Guess which ones flock to which scent. It gets lonely on the hill; wouldn't it be nice to have a REAL WOMAN there by your side throughout the year as opposed to the occasional flings that are a huge security risk?
That, and this may be more of an old-school east coast thing, but learn to profile. While there is some truth to the saying "you can't judge a book by its cover". there's also some bullshit to it. How people dress, unless they're trying to be deceptive (e.g. the pot grower who dresses real Republican while hauling several kilos in the trunk), one's looks generally do say something about them that isn't far from the truth. I've been told I look like a Hell's Angel; I'm not (I don't even know how to ride a motorcycle), but I certainly didn't go to fucking private school, either. I've been a bouncer at several bars and profiling is VERY useful; I was pretty good at knowing which motherfuckers were going to be trouble.
That being said, the girl you pictured above (with a tramp-stamp on the back of her neck and giant guages) isn't someone who I would bring to my pot farm, unless she was successful in some creative endeavor such as an artist of sorts (and by that I mean an actually successful artist, not "I play guitar on Venice beach"). When someone doesn't have their shit together or isn't finding success or has little going for them, they can flip on a dime. That girl could very well be cool as fuck, I'd probably hang out with her at a bar before most people, but I sure as fuck wouldn't tell her I grow pot unless I'd known her for quite some time and know how successful she is in her own life. While she looks like someone who could be really cool, she also looks like someone who can very easily hang out with wrong, shitty, dangerous crowds of people.
I used to think profiling was something only bigots and assholes do. Then I learned that it's just as much a survival method as learning how to defend yourself. I can be one of the nicest people you'll ever come across and restaurant/bar staff at places I've never been to are always shocked at how polite, well-spoken, and generous I am given my appearance. But I'm also a serious motherfucker. And I've learned that if someone looks like trouble, that's strike one. If you get the slightest whiff that they're not cool as fuck, that's strike two and "strike three" is make-believe and a dumb, risky step to wait for before you make your verdict to get the hell away from them.
Be smart, Shcrews.
out there and won't say anything else about the subject. You're responsible for making your own decisions just like anyone else. Just remember that sometimes the most helpful warnings are those that are easy to shrug off.
