If I had one of those hermetic Harvey Pekar-ish jobs where I didn't have to interact with coworkers then I would try to be marijuana-hungover permanently. The bleary-eyed haze colors everything blissful. Anxiety and stress dissolve as the mind is reduced to a lukewarm golden jellyfish. That is until one too many stimuli are introduced. Then my little sensi samadhi quickly spirals out into confusion. I don't like feeling confused when I'm trying to enjoy my coffee shop ananda. Please don't try to sell me on your internet pyramid scheme if you see me wearing sunnies, starring slack-jawed into the middle distance.