Comrade Sam
Comrade Sam
Firstly, smoking does does not make me paranoid.Don't take this as criticism, just some constructive advice:
If you're anxious about your impending death, marijuana might actually aggravate those feelings.
Its better first to take on a pragmatic view of the forthcoming events. You're life is ending and you're sad about it. But why? Because you have selective memory! In reality, if you go through every single minute of your life and put a rating on it, your average will probably be something like 4/10 or maybe 5/10 if you were lucky.
Life is probably a once-in-a-lifetime thingie that you should try out as much as you can, but if we're completely honest its not that good, is it? Those people who claim to love life... let me tell you its the ones that end up shooting their skull off or hanging in the garage.
I think the right strategy is to turn your execution into something thrilling. Think of all the interesting scenarios rather than all the scary stuff.
"What if Hell actually exist and a demon will feast on my suffering conscious soul for eternity?"
"What if dying is waking up, and waking up means entering a world with rats in lab coats pushing syringes with green liquid into my brain to be part of their sick fantasy worlds?"
After a while you will find yourself kind of looking forward to this... big career change, and then you can ask for the joint, to pass the time until your execution.
Secondly as a life long atheist I have no reason to look forward to death. It is literally the end and I genuinely like being alive. Whilst the world is full of shit and misery, I have learned to really enjoy my bit.
In my mid 20s I had a week of a recurring, but real time dream: I was on death row in the US and could not remember what I had done, each night I drew closer to the end and finally pieced together that I had been in the country to watch football. There had been a mini riot and some British soccer hooliganism on a bus and the President and authorities insisted I was made an example of what the US of A does with such behaviour. I could barely eat in for days and that was just pretend. In the end the dreams stopped before the my final meal.
So I'll just have a spliff thanks.