I've been smoking shwag for 30 years

[seemeat420]

That's probably the funniest and truest stuff I have ever heard. I am on my first grow and I haven't even began to get my feet really wet with growing techniques, but day in and day out I am researching and perfecting the grow. I don't even check other sites out anymore. I seriously think my girlfriend may pull my babies out of the ground while Im sleeping hook them up to a chair, wake me up, and torture them for fun right in front of me. And when she's done dowse them in gasoline and burn them while evilly laughing in the background and smoking a cigarette. Aahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that's a damn scary movie.

 

[brainwarp]

Thanks for the warning Johnnyorganic. True words, dead-on-balls accurate. I've already noticed this problem creeping into my life.

First sign, I had to "scold myself" when I realized how much time I spent looking online at seeds. Wasting the better part of a weekend online, when there were more important things to do.

Another problem I see is saving some of each grow. Eventually, I'll have this "hoard" of fine herbs, in air sealed bags. That concerns me, in case I ever got busted, there would be this evidence of multiple grows.

I've given wild thoughts to expansion, but have decided against that. Should be able to start 2 different strains, to get 2 healthy moms, with some clones. That'll be enough.....I hope.

 

[Johnnyorganic]

One day soon you will discover a male in your grow, but you won't kill it. You will segregate it and might even create it's own little grow space with some of the spare lights you now have laying around. Ostensibly you may do it to collect pollen for breeding, but you will definitely do it just to observe a male plant life cycle. Just an experiment, nothing more. A learning experience.

Then you will know you have reached the point of no return.

One day soon one of your plants will go hermie, but you won't kill it. You'll grow it out, too. Just to learn more about this wonderful and mysterious plant.

Then you will know you have passed the point of no return.

 

[Johnnyorganic]

Thanks for the warning Johnnyorganic. True words, dead-on-balls accurate. I've already noticed this problem creeping into my life.

First sign, I had to "scold myself" when I realized how much time I spent looking online at seeds. Wasting the better part of a weekend online, when there were more important things to do.

Another problem I see is saving some of each grow. Eventually, I'll have this "hoard" of fine herbs, in air sealed bags. That concerns me, in case I ever got busted, there would be this evidence of multiple grows.

I've given wild thoughts to expansion, but have decided against that. Should be able to start 2 different strains, to get 2 healthy moms, with some clones. That'll be enough.....I hope.

Cue Vincent Price evil laugh....

Bwah ha ha ha ha!

 

[bourbonandsin]

WARNING: You are proceeding down a treacherous path for a self-described light/casual smoker.

Growing cannabis is more addictive than cannabis itself. Soon you find yourself perusing seed banks, comparing prices at online lighting sources, and investigating various fertilizers.

Soon your wife will complain that you enjoy spending time with your 'girls' more than with her. And you will wonder why she is getting so upset with you as you enter your grow room for the fifteenth time that day just to 'check' on them. You will find excuses to hang out in the grow room. You may catch yourself talking to them, playing music for them, and other activities you might have considered 'nutty' before beginning this hobby.

Soon you will be dying to brag to somebody about your grow. Not bragging really, but just real proud. You may even be forced to edit yourself in the middle of a sentence with a 'norm' before you expose your new hobby. So you will hang out at RIU more and more to discuss your grow, and other member's grows. Your wife will probably not like that either.

Soon you will have more plants that you know what to do with because you will have just started experimenting with cloning. That means another set of lights. With the new lights you may wish to try this perpetual harvest you have been reading about.

And before you know it you will have cannabis falling out of your ass crack. Jars and jars of it. You will look back wistfully on the days when you just had to worry about disposing of two ounces.

It is a slippery slope my friend. Consider yourself warned.

Just read this post to the wife and I'm getting the stink eye already.

 

[Johnnyorganic]

One day soon you will bust out a bag for friends. It may be at a party elsewhere or at home.

Your friends will take a pull and their response will be akin to:
"Holy shit! This is the best tasting weed I've ever smoked! Where did you get it?"

You will be in physical pain as you force yourself not to exclaim to everyone in the room: "It's mine! I grew it! Isn't it wonderful?"

One day soon you will invite someone over and to your horror they will innocently ask, "What's that smell?"

Your terror will arise from the fact that your olfactory senses have long since dulled to the sweet, seductive aroma. As a result, you did not realize your existing ventilation system is not sufficient for the number of plants you are now growing.

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Just in case anybody is wondering. I am not purposefully trying to scare anybody, but I feel it is important to understand just exactly what you are getting yourself into.

 

[Lobotomist]

2 oz. in a year...wow. I'd be lucky to make that last 2 months. Especially if it's tasty.

 

[Pcmicro13]

the couch lock stone your talking about especially when you explain the weighted feeling like some ones holding you down in a chair by your shoulders is the exact same feeling i got when i fist tried salvia. if you only want a ounce for a years time you should consider an autoflowering strain, which would go great in your little space. check out my grow in a pc case with easyryder aka auto ak-47 crossed with lowryder 2. i got over an ounce dry and this stuff would devistate you if the blueberry hits u hard. the plant only grew to be 20 inches tall, but thats with a scrog screen.

 

[DST]

Absolutely pi$$in maself JohnnyO!!!!....sooo true!!! But better that than your wife calling you at the local bar and stumbling up the road (again) half jaked!!! Growing rocks.

Brainwarp: Perhaps you could freeze some for a later date? Saves you growing each year (but then you loose that addictive hobby - nice conundrum to be in.

 

[The Warlord]

WARNING: You are proceeding down a treacherous path for a self-described light/casual smoker.

Growing cannabis is more addictive than cannabis itself. Soon you find yourself perusing seed banks, comparing prices at online lighting sources, and investigating various fertilizers.

Soon your wife will complain that you enjoy spending time with your 'girls' more than with her. And you will wonder why she is getting so upset with you as you enter your grow room for the fifteenth time that day just to 'check' on them. You will find excuses to hang out in the grow room. You may catch yourself talking to them, playing music for them, and other activities you might have considered 'nutty' before beginning this hobby.

Soon you will be dying to brag to somebody about your grow. Not bragging really, but just real proud. You may even be forced to edit yourself in the middle of a sentence with a 'norm' before you expose your new hobby. So you will hang out at RIU more and more to discuss your grow, and other member's grows. Your wife will probably not like that either.

Soon you will have more plants that you know what to do with because you will have just started experimenting with cloning. That means another set of lights. With the new lights you may wish to try this perpetual harvest you have been reading about.

And before you know it you will have cannabis falling out of your ass crack. Jars and jars of it. You will look back wistfully on the days when you just had to worry about disposing of two ounces.

It is a slippery slope my friend. Consider yourself warned.

Truer words were never spoken!