About a year ago I came to the point where I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was addicted to technology. I’d heard the conversations and read the articles and studies about technology being addicting, but I didn’t believe it would actually happen to me. I found myself staring at my smartphone for hours. I was checking my notifications every five minutes. It was really getting out of control. That’s when a friend suggested that smoking weed now and then could give me the space I needed to escape the grasp of technology.

I was willing to give it a try.

According to recent findings, marijuana is now being used to treat a wide range of chronic conditions. Headaches, nausea, anxiety, glaucoma, and more. Marijuana is touted as being effective in treating a multitude of symptoms. It has even been explored as a possibility in treating depression and addiction. I figured maybe smoking weed could also help me with my technology addiction. If not, I was doomed.


I smoked out the first day and just coughed and laughed my ass off. But what I also found was a sense of well-being. It was as if I didn’t even need my phone. After only one day I came to the conclusion that smoking weed just might work.


So the second day I smoked out again. This time I got so high that I lost my phone and it took about 3 hours to find it. I looked under the couch and behind the fridge. Everywhere. No phone. I finally found it right where I had left it — on the table. I was thinking to myself what a dumb-ass I was, when it suddenly hit me. The phone. Technology. It was losing it’s grip. I had been without it for hours and I didn’t die, right?


I took a couple of edibles and some dabs and drove to the beach. Stupidly though, I got pulled over and spent a night in jail for driving under the influence. However, there was a silver lining. They confiscated my phone for the night.  That’s right, I went all night without my phone. I had never done that before.


Or is it day 5 or 6? I can’t remember. I have no idea where my phone is. I think I ate some brownies or maybe I hit a vape pen, I’m not sure. But dude, this thing is this smoking weed thing is truly working. Seriously, I give no fucks about my phone anymore. In fact, I haven’t seen it for several days. I’m lying here on my bed eating a pepperoni pizza and typing this now. I will tell you, I’m cured.

The truth is, if my phone were literally sitting a few feet away from me, I wouldn’t give a fuck. I just wanna lay right here on the bed and type some more. This shit is so awesome.

Featured image by Fernanda Armijo — Flickr.