Hi everyone this is my first post and am looking forward to reading any and all response I get. I think this is in the right section... I put together that if I'm high and this is toke and talk then this is the appropriate place for this. I'd first like to begin by explaining the situation as specifically as possible because it is a bit ambiguous. Your answer will go straight to my mother, so I'm looking for an argumentative response based on evidence and ethics that is understandable to a scientifically illiterate middle-age woman whose first language isn't English preferable from soneone with smoking experience. Another bit of info is that she grew up in communist Hungary where weed was just a foreign concept to everyone, and she feels that if the rest of the family knew that I or her smoked weed, they would look down upon us... which doesn't really bother me at all, but she thinks of it more or less as the end of the world. She's smoked weed before, but doesn't care for it, but she understands the high it gives you. I am 18 years old and currently studying at my local university to obtain my bachelor's of science in Computer Science. My friends introduced me to weed three years ago in high school and I didn't care for it as much as they did at the time;I would probably smoke once every three or four months with them if they had some on them. I want to make it clear that she doesn't care if I smoke once in a blue moon, and she understands that she can't control my actions and has no intention of forcefully stopping me from smoking. She was actually proud that I didn't get "dependent" on it as she thinks most of my friends did by smoking more frequently. But as of this summer, I've picked up smoking quite a bit and have been smoking about an hour before I go to bed 5-6 days of the week. I find it relaxes me and helps me sleep after a stressful day of school and work, because usually I am very anxious about the next day so I have a somewhat difficult time getting to sleep. The reason I started smoking more in the summer was mainly because I lost practically all of my friends before starting university, so I hardly had anything to do, and I was getting very depressed with the current situation and started cynically thinking about the future. On the upside I also read two fantastic books on human consciousness and cognition, so the idea of changing my consciousness intrigued me and I remembered what weed had done for me before. Long story short, my mother picked up on my smoking habits and was devastated. I don't hide the fact that I smoke weed from her because I feel it would be an insult to her since she already knew I smoked with my friends. I respect her enough to be open about this, but I'll start hiding it if I need to. I just find it ridiculous that I have to hide something so petty. When I asked her for her reasoning, she understands that it isn't directly harmful to me as alcohol is when taken in small doses, and she says that isn't the main issue, although she believes that if I continue this habit, my brain will rot. She thinks I am addicted to it and can't stop smoking now even if I wanted to. She feels that because of this apparent addiction, I will likely drop out of school and suck cocks on Sepulveda Boulevard for a ham and cheese sandwich. My aunt, who happens to live with us, greatly influences her as well by saying it rots the brain and other nonsense. She's studying biology and my mom gives her far too much credibility with her nineteenth century logic. None of my habits changed, but my mom swears I am a different person and has lost all respect for me, which is dreadful to see from a son's point of view. The other day I fixed our $1500 monitor by taking it apart, replacing all the capacitors and resistors, and installing a new logic board. I brought the damned thing back to life by myself with no prior experience with soldering! So I call her over to take a look, hoping to make her happy, but what is the response? She says I smell like weed and asks if I'm high. Doesn't even acknowledge the monitor and just walks out and goes to sleep. I mean I don't plan on dropping out of school any time soon, and I currently have a 3.7gpa after midterms with probably one of the hardest majors in the university. I don't smoke when I study, I don't smoke at school, I don't smoke whenever I have work to do...Ladies and gentlemen I smoke weed before bed and watch YouTube videos until I get tired and fall asleep. Every single time my mom catches me high, I either get a speech about throwing away potential, an overdrawn yelling contest at who can scream their opinions the loudest, and in one instance she said if I was going to do this everyday, I would have to leave the house. Obviously, she is drawn to the irrational emotional side of the issue, and sure, what mom would say "Hell yeah, nigga. Pass that shit" when they see their son smoking. I never expected a positive response, but I wanted a neutral understanding. I would like you to help me reach that mutual understanding so that she can stop making me feel horrible about one of the few things that make me happy anymore. Much love and appreciation.