I've had talks with the boy regarding drugs. Marijuana, specifically, he's recognized the scent at the Calgary Folk Festival a couple of years ago.
I'm non-judgmental, just give him the facts, let him make up his own mind. In my experience, limited as it is, this is the best way. And Marijuana, despite what the media would lead you to believe, is common. Very common.
I tell him what I know, that it's fine, sure, but be where you want to be. It destroys motivation. I'd smoke it, sure, why not?, but it makes me sick and nauseous, and this puts me off it. Otherwise I have no prejudices.
Once I allowed him to practice rolling "joints" with my old cigarette butts, explained that this was a vital party skill. He practiced. I thought of buying some dope to have him smoke when i was around, together even (but, really, I'm not pot guy and it doesn't agree with me at all), it never happened, I realized some things he'll have to do on his own. I've given him books that reference that, that will prepare him, no need to ruin it with my encouragement...
He's pretty conservative. A reaction, I suspect, to my liberalness.
But the other day he caught his Mother and her husband smoking dope. They invited him to join him, wanted him to try it in a safe environment...
I understand. I've considered the same, but as it's me and not them I refrained, didn't want to be the "too liberal" parent. And how much fun could it be to smoke dope with your parent/s?
He declined, he has his prejudices. He's had chances at school, decided it wasn't for him. This impresses me, it's a good thing.
So after the busting of his Mom (successful, University Teacher/MBA/Chartered Accountant) she's talking with him, and he parrots my views, that it's fine if you're happy with where you are, but most stoners are at a fixed place in their life and it's something to do when you have no intention or ambitions of moving forwards....
With rare exceptions (always those damnable exceptions) I believe that to be true. From my limited experience with pot I'm not an exception.
She takes this, for a minute, then tells him: "You know I got that pot off your father..."
He's told me the first part of the story, I laughed, the second part he tells me looking at the table. I laugh, feel like a heel, can't believe I've been sold out like this. Yeah, it was a couple of years ago, I bought some off someone at the restaurant, tried it, didn't agree with me as before, passed it on to his Mom as I knew she didn't have my prejudice/reaction to it. It's funny, I'm laughing, he is too, I'm not against his knowing this but I'm wondering at his mom selling me down the river so readily, as if it were somehow all my fault, I explain again that it's not my thing, I tried it again, passed the leftovers on to his Mom (and I knew it was her thing), it's not the end of the world, but somehow I feel I've been sold out...