- Baynard Woods
- Strawberry Banana helps you make peace with yourself, even the bad parts.
A writer friend was having an event, a baby shower, and it was a surprise for his wife. I should have known it was a surprise, but I was going out of town and couldn’t attend and reading the friend’s essays about the impending birth filled me with emotion. I thought I’d write the wife a nice note. In short, dear reader, I ruined it.
I wanted to punch myself in the face. I understood how Oedipus, faced with much greater ignorance, thought that gouging out his eyes might offer some relief. In the scope of the world, mine was a minor mishap and my friends responded with grace. But I still could not stop cringing. It revealed to me a self that I hated. The kind of guy who ruins a surprise.
Grasping for things to think about other than how stupid I was, I recalled this dude I once interviewed who was trying to use weed to quell street beefs and keep guys from shooting each other by getting them to sit down and burn one together. I realized that’s what I needed to do — with myself. Blunt the violence.
I didn’t want anything Sativa-y, because I could foresee the spiral that would engulf me and drag me down further into self-hatred. I settled on Strawberry Banana, an Indica that calmed my mind and made sleep possible.
When I put my nose in the jar, there was no hint of strawberry, but the flower did in fact have a faint after-odor of banana peel riding on a scent far more floral, something pungent and dank and not as polite as strawberries, something with the vague hint of death and decay.
Then the thought of my accursed text to my friend’s wife crossed my mind again. I still cringed and I still hated the person the error revealed to me. But I sat easier with him. I looked at him with a side-eyed hate instead of outright violent hostility.
Such coming to relative peace with ourselves is one of the more medicinal aspects of certain strains. Best of all, unlike booze or dope, this is a salve that doesn’t make you do things that make you hate yourself even more. But I will also add that after another bowl, a shot and a beer in a public place was exactly the thing I needed to allay the self-loathing long enough to finish my evening and to sleep. Strawberry Banana is a good strain, for which I am grateful.
Nose: Banana peels, death, Strawberry Shortcake doll
Existential dread: 2
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 1
Drink pairing: Beer and a shot
Music pairing: “My Shit’s Fucked Up,” Warren Zevon