I live in the Netherlands where there is a "coffeeshop" culture, with some of these coffeeshops having a connaisseur-like focus - as in, they sometimes even offer extremely exotic strains that you've never heard about and aren't even on Leafly etc yet, sourced from god knows where 10000 miles away, and then carefully and passionately grown and cured - and I can 100% guarantee you that people are not necessarily getti…
Fellow Dutchie here, I completely agree with this. When I learned to smoke weed, which was relatively late in my life (late twenties), I got sick of weed. I wondered why smoking just a quarter of a joint was already too much. Then I realized I just need between 1 to 4 inhales and call it a day. The high is relatively light and quite nice :) > sourced from god knows where Well, that's the illegal part, isn't it? ;-) I…
> sourced from god knows where
> Well, that's the illegal part, isn't it? ;-)
Ahh, I was referring to certain coffeeshops that carry rare strains that have been sourced from very remote places. But you're absolutely right as well of course. Not a fan of this setup either.
My home country, Germany, is apparently planning on fully legalising cannabis - if you thought Dutch politicians are out of touch with reality and cannabis, allow me to tell you that they seem like the most mentally stable and rational humans on earth compared to German politicians (maybe you've heard about the drug commissioner over there calling cannabis "broccoli" and explaining that "cannabis is illegal because its forbidden") - so you can probably imagine how absolutely insane it seems for them to be discussing and actually planning this.
I have high hopes that neighbouring legalisation will push the Dutch, but realistically I think the worst part about all of this here is really only the lack of logic. Users aren't getting punished, police and prosecution don't have to deal with it, the coffeeshops pay taxes, and so on. That's already a day and night difference to our direct neighbours.
When I moved here, it was like my brain errored out into a bootloop - I was standing outside in the park smoking a joint, and could not stop looking around and getting paranoid about cops showing up, then remembering it's okay and feeling like tons of weight and anxiety had been lifted, then 5 seconds later getting paranoid again, then remembering again, and so on. To this day, I sometimes feel a weird sense of unease and.. I guess you could call it internalised shame? Living in prohibition really sticks with you.