MyDoorsAreOpen
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I got home from class today and had a bong hit by myself and I had a really depressing thought -- I think I might be one of those people who has what it takes to be somebody, to be successful. But every time I get too close to really taking off with something serious career wise, I start developing shamelessly bad habits, almost in an attempt to see if I can drive on the edge of a cliff with no hands. There's something both exhilirating and self-destructive in it I feel. The habit tends to be my drug of choice of the year -- marijuana is a perennial favorite, because it keeps me from thinking too much. I don't want to tire my brain out going over complex logical, ethical, philosophical problems that just kind of show up in my mind when I walk around. But not all such habits involve drugs. I've done some other somewhat dangerous things I don't think most people, at least my age, would do. Then I change my mind, and start from scratch. Often in a different place. Once even with a different name. But the cycle repeats.
I want to succeed. Right now I'm applying for medical school, and I'm serious about it. So why would I be afraid to do something 'big'? Why did I choose to be a lush instead of learning Japanese and becoming a professor like I'd planned? What moved me to spend 3 months jobless in Taiwan and jonesing for e (I never used it more than once a month from the start, but lordy did I fiend.) I'd thought about being a teacher while in Taiwan, but nah fuck it. I decided one night rolling that those little prankster punkass kids are not my cup o' joe. So I came back to try for medical school. Everything relating to that is coming together fine but in the meantime I'm a raging pothead, with the occasional adderall bender for school. Unbeknownst to my place of work and my professors. I hope.
Does anyone relate to this? If so, what's your take on what makes a person think and behave like this, and what one has to do to break the cycle? But please be kind -- I'm feeling awfully blue today
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I've been told this trait runs in my family, which is full of very bright and talented people who kept their heads above water and raised stable families, but were nonetheless a bit too quirky and/or moody to ever make it out of the lower middle class. My great grandpa was a lush who abandoned his 6 kids and died young. My grandpa hated him bitterly to his grave, never touched alcohol or drugs, but was a self-defeatist if there ever was one. This made it hard to respect him, even though he'd taught himself to read and ended up enjoying roomsful of classic books, and always worked very hard. My dad is also incredibly hard on himself and has trouble letting go when he fucks up at anything. He's a much happier guy than grandpa but he also went through a set of crash-n-burns when he was younger he won't say much about. He doesn't drink or dose either [anymore?]. My brother once told me out of the blue he loves being stoned a lot because it keeps him from being a type A person. I felt uncannily similar.
I want to succeed. Right now I'm applying for medical school, and I'm serious about it. So why would I be afraid to do something 'big'? Why did I choose to be a lush instead of learning Japanese and becoming a professor like I'd planned? What moved me to spend 3 months jobless in Taiwan and jonesing for e (I never used it more than once a month from the start, but lordy did I fiend.) I'd thought about being a teacher while in Taiwan, but nah fuck it. I decided one night rolling that those little prankster punkass kids are not my cup o' joe. So I came back to try for medical school. Everything relating to that is coming together fine but in the meantime I'm a raging pothead, with the occasional adderall bender for school. Unbeknownst to my place of work and my professors. I hope.
Does anyone relate to this? If so, what's your take on what makes a person think and behave like this, and what one has to do to break the cycle? But please be kind -- I'm feeling awfully blue today

I've been told this trait runs in my family, which is full of very bright and talented people who kept their heads above water and raised stable families, but were nonetheless a bit too quirky and/or moody to ever make it out of the lower middle class. My great grandpa was a lush who abandoned his 6 kids and died young. My grandpa hated him bitterly to his grave, never touched alcohol or drugs, but was a self-defeatist if there ever was one. This made it hard to respect him, even though he'd taught himself to read and ended up enjoying roomsful of classic books, and always worked very hard. My dad is also incredibly hard on himself and has trouble letting go when he fucks up at anything. He's a much happier guy than grandpa but he also went through a set of crash-n-burns when he was younger he won't say much about. He doesn't drink or dose either [anymore?]. My brother once told me out of the blue he loves being stoned a lot because it keeps him from being a type A person. I felt uncannily similar.