Weed

I cannot seem to divorce myself from the positive effects of marijuana. 

I think: surely it does not make me better at work, better as a lover, better as a friend, stronger in the gym, more creative, more attentive in conversation, more thoughtful, more human.

But it does. Tragically, consistently, it does. 

The only thing weed makes me worse at is sleeping. Which, over time, destroys me completely. So I abstain.