Welcome to F.C. Irish's Flight Log

Feel free to comment, discuss, add, or challenge anything on this blog. The idea of the Flight Log is to find our common culture amidst the regional differences. I'm looking for a clear understanding, and everything I write is meant to facilitate discussion toward that goal. Enjoy.

10 November 2011

My Introduction

            I am a lot of things; I’m a college graduate, a working member of society, a member of an amazing family, friend to astonishingly diverse people, an afraid artist, lost writer, outdoorsman, handy man, lover, and stoner. First and foremost, I am me. I am Frank Christian Irish. At the time of this undertaking, I am a 23 year old farm hand with a degree that is not being used. Instead of struggling to find a job in my field, I started working on a horse boarding farm, working my body to its limits in every type of weather conceivable, and I’m happy. In my spare time, I draw comics, help out my friends and family, hangout with my grandfather, and write. Like most Americans my age, I am trying to find my place in life while drifting through the social currents and stresses that accompany my situation. And, as I at this very second understand it, like most Americans my age, I’ve smoked marijuana. I was in college, drunk, curious, and able to do it, so I did it. I wasn’t pressured to do it, and it wasn’t something I had been around. During high school, I made it a point to stay away from it, was downright opposed to even hanging with people who did. That was just the way I was raised, believing that pot was evil and something that made you as dumb as a doornail. I was indoctrinated in what society viewed as a proper stance on a mislabeled substance.
            For the rest of my sophomore year in college, I smoked once in a blue moon, usually at parties with the friends who introduced me to the wonderful flower. That summer, while home, I met a girl who would become my one and only for the next three years. She really blew the doors of comfort wide open with a wonderful haze of delicious blue smoke. I became comfortable with the idea of smoking more often, yet I still limited myself, concerned about a future I did not quite have figured out. After a one year tour as a Resident Advisor, I moved off-campus. On Thanksgiving night of 2009, I became a pothead. It wasn’t a question of whether or not to smoke that night, it was more along the lines of let’s get it done. Several months later, I shifted from pothead to stoner, where I’ve been ever since. Marijuana helps me function better while under stress and helped me accomplish much more than I would have if I had stayed an alcoholic with a close-minded view of the world.
            This blog is an extension of the Flight Log, a smoking journal that I have been keeping for over a month, and working on for nearly two years. I MUST STRESS ONE FACT: This is entirely my own view of the smoking culture, and the comments and perspective are by no means intended to represent that culture as a whole. I am but one stoner, and to think I could speak for all of us would be asinine. So, please enjoy yourself, learn something if you feel like it, chill out, laugh, whatever. Just go with it.

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