Unfortunately, what you were doing was illegal - so it forced you to have to be around some less than desirable people. They had a profit motive to get you hooked on harder stuff - & so it began.
It’s like:
Guns don’t kill people - people kill people.
Pot doesn’t make you lazy - laziness makes you lazy.
Nobody ‘forced’ me to do anything. I am my own man and made my own decisions, based on what little or as much information I wanted to attain or attained and not believed. Besides, most of my highs were free. Most of my friends had older brothers that ‘shared’ a lot of the dealers stash, so profit was not an issue.
I had the motive. It was to get so stoned that all I could do was stair at a wall ———— for 4 hours. Ah! The great effects of tunnel vision. I use to love when the peripheral vision started to get dark, like I was looking through a peep hole. Or the loss of muscle control, as when trying to raise the arm but it just wouldn’t move ‘cause it was soooo heavy. Or turning to walk through the door but running in to the jam instead.
Lazy? I never became lazy. In fact, I was very active. I had all honors courses, college level Trig as a junior in High School. Carried a 3.75 gpa, and graduated 23 out of 340 in my class. Played football, baseball, and Jazz, Concert, and Marching Band. Had a metal band on the side, playing all the local night clubs around the area. Produced and distributed our first CD in 1991. Lazy? Not me.
Life was going great ——— except for that desire to stare at the wall for four hours a night.