Life “went back” after 2020. The stores, the roads, the calendar.
The feeling didn’t.
Years move faster. People feel farther. I still can’t name what left. I just know it used to feel more alive.
I often hear that autistic people can’t lie, but I definitely can.
What I can’t do is insincerity.
I can’t fake enthusiasm, I can’t gush, and I can’t pretend I’m best friends with someone I barely know.
It feels like those traits are the currency of the neurotypical world.
One underrated part of weed culture is how differently everyone experiences it.
Same plant.
Completely different personalities, music, environments and moods.
What's your perfect setting?