i have done all of those things if but it was a younger brother...

-I have avoided social situations because smoking weed felt better.
-I have stupid arguments with my boyfriend about how much weed hes giving me :(
-I have argued with my sister about weed and gotten into physical fights over it with her :S

I was told by a friend of a place downtown where you could buy pot on the street. The guy was a homeless crackhead type and I let him in my car and paid $7 for a roach of a dirt weed joint. It was a bad neighborhood. Talk about desperation! This is only one of many things.

These past few years of me smoking, I haven't really done anything crazy. Usually, someone else gets it for me, and I go pick it up, BUT....I have done some pretty stupid things.

I have driven MANY times while smokin a joint. Used to, I would always roll at least a couple of joints to take on the road with me because to me, there was no better feeling in the world than driving down the road with my window down, music blaring, and me being high. I mean, I drove extremely well, BUT I ended up with a DUI because I pulled up to a road block and my car reeked of marijuana. I done excellent on my field sobriety tests, but since my car reeked and I had a couple roaches in my pocket, there was no way I was skipping out on a night in jail. The cop was cool, though. He threw down the roaches which were actually two BIG halves, and told me to stomp out my evidence. I thanked him immediately!

Besides that, I used to, being extremely unhappy in my marriage, sit in my computer room at night after my husband went to bed and smoke it up. I kept the door closed, and even though the smell of weed is strong and undeniable, he never knew a thing because he never got up through the night.

Another time, I went out on the porch after my little brother fell asleep and smoked. This, I regret more than anything else. He didn't deserve to have a big sis around while she was high. That will NEVER EVER happen again!

I too have searched every single place I thought there might have been weed, all over my house and in my car. One day while I was searching for something in one of my kitchen drawers, I found like two or three big joints I had hidden before being hospitalized. My friend and I were sooo happy, and we called it "The Magic Drawer". After that happened, I got it in my head that there must have been pot hidden in other places, so I searched from one end of the house to the other, and again, in my car because I had also found weed in there before.

Finally, and something that was sooo stupid of me, I have gone before my parents blown away. My mom knew it too, although she didn't say anything to me at the time. She and my dad always waits to catch me, then they tell me everything they know and let me have it. I live in my own home on their land, and they have threatened to kick me off more than once, mostly my mom.

These days, my system pretty much stays clean of illegal drugs. Alcohol, however, is another story. In my mind, though, alcohol is so much worse than weed. I believe this with all my heart.

hey thanks heaps everyone for your replies

I've done all of the above, plus more. Unable to sustain relationships, and have now become an hermit. But once again, I have hope, and the tools to begin detox again.

The worst thing I did in my mind was this. About five years ago, my wonderul cat Paco died. Two days before he died (illness), he wanted me to play with him, but I was too busy smoking dope to even give him a hug. Two days later he was dead, and to this day, I am horrified at how much I've lost, by choosing weed over life. Please help me, anyone. I need help to stay clean. I want happiness, but not from weed. That is not possible. Weed can be beneficial medically for many, but to those of us who abuse, it is just as bad as being addicted to any other drug or booze. Thanks for listening. I am crying, remembering this precious cat that I never said a proper goodbye to. Because I was stoned.

I almost cried too hearing this Tinder :-( I lost a wonderful cat last Spring that totally devastated me. I only had him for six months but loved him so much. I had an appointment for him to get fixed. He was only a year old and he kept on fighting outside. I was too stoned to take him to a vet. well and working 40 hrs/wk didnt help either. I kept on taking care of his wounds myself. By the time I finally realized he needed professional help and took him in it was too late. They had to put him to sleep. I cried and cried. Loss is the worst thing in the world. Happy to have my rescue kitty. She is wonderful!

Sex for weed.

Ditto. Sad but true.

Im guilty of all of the above, minus the sex... But I've search high and low for bits of pot on my floor, in purses, old baggies! I've made plans with friends only to cancel on them because i smoked way too much pot during the day. I've only ever stolen from my mom's stash, not from any friends. I know thats not any better but my mom always had too much to notice any was missing. Plus my mom is quicker to forgive me! I wouldn't steal from a friend cuz my addiction isn't worth losing a friend over, so i don't let it affect my relationships. I think the worst i've ever done though, was this:

I use to work at a nightclub and i was the girl in charge of the guestlist and who got to come into the club. My bouncer also smoked weed and he use to search people and then take their weed if they had any and pretend to throw it out and refuse to give it back. We use to split the proceeds at the end of the night. Pretty shady but felt pretty awesome at the time. We found a lot of weed in our day at least 7gs a night, i kinda feel bad for all those kids...

all of the above.