I smoke weed because it helps me think abstractly. I didn't realize I loved physics and nature until the barriers fell while sitting in my house wondering how to fill my time. That's the weird thing about living alone, you have to find ways to fill large periods of alone time; for someone struggling with his identity, lost in a myriad of relationships where I feigned interest in a bunch of things, pathetically. I ended up pretty unhappy, until I started smoking and thinking. Then I started my on-going obsession with reality, documentaries, physics, math, nature, whatever. It all fascinates me.