MARY JANE'S STORIES

MARY JANE'S STORIES

When people ask me what it feels like to smoke marijuana, all I think about is well-being. It feels like your brain opens up to questions like: is it me looking at the world under an extremely pessimistic point of view, or is it the world looking astonishing under the inebriation coming after each puff unleashing the feelings of  hope I voluntarily cage every day? I start Microsoft Edge to find myself staring at the roundup of useless news rarely of cultural levels, and too often holding on to gossiping. Here's some examples: "Monica Bellucci cooks spaghetti in lingerie, fans go crazy" (beside a few wankers, who the fuck cares about such BIG news!?); "pomeriggio 5, Barbara D'Urso panicking" (she hosts a trashy talk show and she honestly makes ME feel like I'm panicking every time I accidentally look at her cross-eyed. I am convinced I would be declared brain dead if I watched a full episode of her stupid show); "the deafening sound of the 5S about Grillo" (Grillo, ex comedian now leader of the 5S political party, took his son side after he was convicted of rape along with three other friends, at Grillo's summer residence. What the hell do you expect from a man corrupted by the same politicians he used to mock during his stand ups? I am very disappointed in Grillo "the politician", I used to fancy him when he was a comedian because he was always brutally honest); "l'Eredità: one of the contestants doesn't know the answer to a question and cuss in front of cameras. Fans in disbelief" (seriously? Who's shocked by bad words nowadays? Swearing almost became the next trend in our society!); "how cute is the new "babygirl" video on Fedez and Chiara's account" (please, stop it! Society is making these two look like the last people left on the planet capable of reproducing!); "Ignazio Moser's landing on the island of Celebrity Survivor" (it's about time to leave the motherfuckers on that bitch since the majority of them have no real talent, or need a little push to regain some notoriety) etcetera, etcetera. I would normally feel depressed knowing how such irrelevant facts become major "daily news" of the public domain but, every time Mary Jane decides to silence those inner voices, I start believing that it wouldn't be too hard to just sit back and enjoy the decline of a society ruining its integrity and values with its own hands. I then have to accept that every human being is, unfortunately, active part of said society, and that a life of self-support and isolation would be very hard to accomplish and manage in a short period of time. I know I have dreams and I know people I love unconditionally give me strength, but I can't play it cool and pretend I'm immune to shallowness and boorishness. Let me cloud my mind with the next puff... ciao! Martina.