In this tiny town where I now reside, there is one grocery store, one drug store, two dollar stores, two liquor stores, and three pot shops with another two rumored to be opening soon.
In addition, a hemp shop is supposed to be opening, and at a local craft show, several people sold CBD oil products, including brownies.
I’m not drawing any conclusions, just laying out the facts, but it’s no wonder that at certain times of the growing season, the whole area smells like skunk. (There are commercial growers as well as many recreational growers.)
Unsurprisingly, there is controversy about what the legalization of recreational marijuana means — some people think that since it’s legal to buy and use in this state (though still illegal according to Federal laws), they can smoke it anywhere, even at work. Moreover, the city is considering getting rid of drug testing for jobs since so many people test positive for marijuana. (Apparently, it stays in the body a week.)
Common sense, of course, tells us that just because something is legal doesn’t mean it is acceptable to smoke on the job (or even right before). After all, liquor is legal, but it’s not acceptable to drink or be drunk at work. For example, I’m sure no one wants their children under the care of someone under the influence of anything that might take their attention from their jobs.
You’d think that all this legalization would get rid of this particular aspect of the drug trade, but apparently, there is still a lot of illegal pot being sold. (The stores limit how much a person can buy at a time, though with three stores, all within a block of each other, it’s easy to enough to triple the dose.) The prevalence of marijuana also increases drug traffic because some people “trade up,” using their pot allotment to get more potent drugs.
None of this affects me, at least I don’t think it does, but I do have to be careful since I am highly allergic to all aspects of jute and hemp — both the smoke and the oils (and burlap!).
I know a lot of people use these products for pain and various other ills, but I’ve never understood the fun of using any sort of mind-altering substance. I have a hard enough time dealing with life when my brain is working on all available cylinders. (Nor would I use CBD oil. Since there is no regulation, the quality varies widely. Even worse, anyone can sell anything and call it CBD oil.)
Apparently, from the proliferation of the pot shops, I am in a minority here. But if I ever change my mind, I certainly have a plethora of places to choose from!
Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.