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"When are you going to get your life together and get a real job?"
"You were finally back on track and heading to school, why quit now?"
Just a few gems of familial wisdom, I can't even recall the real gooders. I tend to just start seeing red.. Some curiousity, some door closing. Fuck 'em all.
They have all accepted my farming hobby and yA they all want to look at the rooms and ask questions!! Funny shit though, a decade ago my mom would have shit if I showed her my grow.. Still don't puff around them..
We were sitting in the American Legion (yes in an old fart member) talking about legalization and having a great conversation. He was willing to listen and I also listened to his views. He is a salt of the earth veteran of WWII, the best Father in Law you could have
I did not say I smoked weed, but he knows, I have been married to his daughter for almost 40 years. He remembers the hippie days. We share the same birthday, he lives in Maryland and we live in California and we have spent many of my birthdays and trips with the family.
I would never tell my relatives about my grow! Especially my Father in Law. The Oldsters especially East Coasters are set in thier ways and there is no reason to set them off.
No Regular folks know. Except One childhood friend, who I can trust implicitly, even where I live. Much less what I do. I agree. No one gets to know, and no visitors at the domicile. All items in black bags, taken through the garage attached to the house. Total discretion. Never had a ripoff even in NorCal. Fought off a few "caser-outers," of course too. Happens. Especially with a 43-foot long greenhouse (my sole responsibility in the first two years of growing).
Old School Rule #1, No One Gets To Know.
I refer NOT to Immediate Family, in My case, fortunately. Mama, who is very proud of my lifestyle and convictions, yet does not smoke. (Used to, profusely). But "helps" Me trim (not really, but She enjoys a little time).
StepDad thrives on the "Kanna Kaps" I supply him with, claiming all the pain meds do Nothing compared to mine. Brother's cool. Lived the life with Me in Em Tri and Da Islands for many years, and He understands.
It's the Uncle and all the others on the side snicker and are always asking questions. Not really hatin' on Me, but not including me in their lives, as if I was a threat to their regime. Never have I had legal troubles (knock on a tree).
It's all good. I regret Not At All my experiences of adrenaline-sports, chance-taking travel and whatever else. I can seek security now, if I want to. Or in the ensuing years. No need to waste a life doing it. Is that even a life...? haha.
My mother n step dad acted as though I was commiting some criminal offence even after this plant was made legal to grow for anybody over 21. Aunts, Uncles, cousins... almost all of them play the shun the stoner game. Only time I get to speak with them is when I see them in person and even then I can feel tension in the air.
Why is it that family, especially direct family, feels the need to be the most judgemental toward other family members?
It just doesn't make much sense.
The majority of humans represent the norm and then there are those that fall outside of it.
People who fall in either category get weired out by the other sides differences.
Kinda like how the toilets swirl one way in the usa and the other direction is australia. Don't get hung up on the direction of the swirl, all that matters is the swirl itself.