I recently went on a road trip to the west. I had never seen a desert before, unless it was in a postcard. To see the actual desert was quite a fabulous occasion. It wasn’t anything like I had imagined. There were so various colors plus attractive markings in the desert plus mountains that are also there. The only thing I didn’t like was that the hotel I was staying in allowed the use of marijuana as long as it was not inside. I had never used marijuana, plus I kept hearing the other folks say that they were self-medicating. I always thought that self-medicating meant you were using ibuprofen. One young person told me she had a medical marijuana card when she left her home state. Since moving to the Midwest, she no longer needed a medical marijuana card. This state’s legislature legalized both medical plus recreational marijuana. I could believe that there were thousands of people in this area that needed medical marijuana to be healthy. Self-medication was the only way these people could get through the day, apparently. I believed they were self-medicating with marijuana when they sat on their patio for a little while, then went back inside. When they all came out about fifteen minutes later, I began to wonder whether this was medical marijuana or recreational marijuana, but who was I to think badly of them? The smell of the marijuana was making me sick, so I was pretty sure they had some kind of weird health complications if they put up with the putrid scent. I chuckled at myself, remembering how when I was a teenager, marijuana was a way to protest, so we all became hippies.