I guess most of my younger cousins know that I smoke hash and pot, and I told my mother that I smoke some, but not too much. Hopefullly none of my family members know that I do e, and hopefully they'll never know. People in general are so un-educated when it comes to drugs, and will judge you, like my aunt did when she found some used weed baggies with leafs on in my trash bin.
Most of the "grownups" I know think that every narcotic, be it heroin or MDMA, will get you addicted and kill you. Like for my grandparents I think it's hard even to understand what MDMA and other chems are, because they are living in a totaly other world. When they were young you drank alcohol, and that was it. You drank and got drunk! For them to understand that I go to big parties with loud electronic music, or sit in dark rooms in the "upper westside" with other smart kids, awake for days, chewing gum, drinking water and stimulating the concentration of neurotransmitters in my neural synapsis, is fairly impossible
In the part of town where I live, everyone somehow knows who everyone is, like he/she has a friend, that knows one of my drug-using friend, and met him really fucked somewhere. And since almost none of my non-using friens know that I do drugs, there's always a chance when I'm together with non-users at a party or just in "my neighbourhood" that I will meet some people that I roll with that don't know that I'm hideing it, and they start to talk about how "wasted we were this weekend" and "how nice those e's was"...
I don't know why I hide it for most of my non-using friends. Maybe 'cause I'm sure that it will make it hard beeing good friends anymore
I have seen how they've judged other friends of mine, and how they talk about other people who they know that take drugs, and I just know that they won't go any softer on me. I prolly just should have told them in the beginning, 'cause I have to tell them some time, and then many of them might feel that I have been lying to them. So I have really only made it worse for myself by keeping it a secret!
But I'm thinking that if they judge me, those friendships aren't worth carrying on to. Most of the beautiful people I roll with I have gotten so close to, I have experinced something so special with them and we have shared thoughts and secrets that make those friendship more worth than anything else in life. They are people that I don't think twice for telling personal stuff to, 'cause they understand and accept on a totaly different level that other people. The know how it's like to feel you are not fitting in society's square role-models and stereo-types. Together with them I have seen places other people can't image, we all have a common secret, a vision that makes those friendships strong.
The day I give up chemicals and try to make the best out of the rest of my life, they will still be there, while everyone else lives their square lifes, with their wife/husband, two kids, their dog, their car and their neat little sub-urban house looking down on you from their moral high-horse...
"Peace, love, ecstacy..."
-->Calm