I like weed, I would lie if I'd say otherwise, but let's start from the beginning.
I was 14 years old with a couple of friends and ended up smoking hash I was surprised that it had a nice taste, my expectations were on a gross sensation.

That was the first time I smoked but it was very little since we had a half small sized paper for the three of us.

Not a day or two after we started raising money together to buy and smoke, after a while it started becoming more and more and I was spending half of the time I was high thinking about how bad it may be, also realized that I probably should change friends, they weren't trustworthy so I avoided them but... a year passed with them smoking weed and done nothing, pissed away a year I could of spent studying.

As I found friends that I feelt safe with I started smoking, a little, a little more and I was already most of the days on it. Was just waiting to finish school so I can get out and get to my bud smoke again , he eventually stopped smoking that year but we were a group by then and another few smoked too.(Note: Till the age of 19 when I started smoking over 3 a day by myself the high I had was way more magical and satisfactory than now.).

And I became 16 years old, been two years smoking, very supportive with the cause even if had since always my little paranoia about it, now I was one of the big guys, could get in/out of school whenever I wanted. Started to know a lot of people and at least 1/3 of the class were smoking too, I was doing what I like and it was my last chance to get my studies done which of course I failed because not being able to focus properly and getting high between classes and such (Just lazy for anything I could say).

And well another year pissed away but atleast now I had no school or real plan for the, my dreams were getting drunk as often as possible and do as many things as possible while being high I became 18 already, the last two years flied and well as I said, atleast now I can do hookers and buy alcohol legally.

About half year after my 18th birthday I moved into a different city I started searching for a job and such but it was hard because there is nothing that I know to do. Atleast I was willing to learn any kind of job and whatever I found I never said no.(Not only weed but the faith in crypto and projects motivates me to make money).

Passed the next two and a half years (By then 21) hopping from job to job doing whatever was need in order to get myself an income and high, luckily I rented from a familiar so the months I couldn't afford it I was able to just skip that month, rent was first thing to pay and what I had left always went on weed and food but a bunch of times I've choosen weed over food (Still had food to eat but privated myself of abundance in many aspects).

All I did achieve these years was smoking pot and become excesively lazy while home, atleast I discovered cryptocurrencies by then. I still like weed even now a days but I'm still skeptical about affirming it's going to heal you or that it does nothing to your brain atleast at short term I cannot blame it for my fails but I don't consider it helped either.
Also, I'm completly pro-marihuana but many joints a day won't be as enjoyable as less often and will probably slow your mind for a while, haven't really tested what is to stop for a year but I'm really pondering that possibility, it feels too much time being high, it's hard to explain, I'm high even now.

I also think that if stoners remembered their ideas they would be rich, it can be good, very good for creativity and to get that sparkle of different thinking for your idea or bussiness.
It was/is a lot of feelings percieved differently and it may have benefits but it's 1/3 of my life that I spent with thc in my organism and I'm not sure where it's leading and which is the purpose becoming.