Finally seeing the social consequences of being a casual druggie

[Axemancometh]

This is a consequence I should've seen coming, but it highkey sucks ass nonetheless as it caught me completely off guard.

When 'sober' people find out you do drugs, they look at you like a freak. Most don't respect you as anybody else.

Even my friends who like to blaze look at me differently. It's always 'what is he on now?' and 'what's in that J bro?' Even my own best friend won't take a damn benadryl from me without asking 'what's in it?'

My folks see it as my only hobby, thinks I'm some super addict and that if I continue, I'll be tweaking with my shirt off downtown. You don't see all my other passions I'm pursuing?

Anytime I talk about slowing down, someone's always patronizing me like they aren't borderline alcoholics, neurotics, or psychotics.

God forbid this gets out in my academic circle or else I'm royally screwed.

I've always been a freak - It's my normal. Fitting in and doing playing in this babylonian theatre? That's the freak to me.

and I'm gonna wave my freak flag high.


vent

 

[crazyotter87]

Unfortunately, drug use will always be stigmatized. The vast majority of people are uneducated when it comes to all of this. I'm sure you know someone who didn't even realize "Molly" is MDMA despite having already done it. People will look at you differently no matter what. You just have to learn to keep your mouth shut. Nothing good will come from telling anyone about your drug use. I think most of us are too deep in this obscure hobby. I know I am, that is for sure. I really wish I went to pharmacy school.

I got one for you. You can find more about it on my old BL account if you look hard enough, lol. About a year ago, I bought some tar online, had it tested, it came back unadulterated, so I ripped some lines and smoked some off foil for 5, maybe 6 days max. On the last day, I was high as a kite and called a friend. I ended up just not giving a fuck and told him I was high on the h-word. That did not end well, lol. He took a train down, tried to convince me to go to rehab, I said fuck nah, blah blah blah, big argument. He got me in contact with his "interventionist" and I talked to the guy on the phone for a bit just to get my friend to shut up. The guy really seemed to love me, lol. Here is the icing on the cake though: he had my Mom's number. He texted her without reason and completely exaggerated anyway (I read the texts), but oh man, that wasn't fun. My parents really didn't care after they heard my side, but imagine if I didn't have a good relationship with my Mom. She'd never look at me the same. That friendship hasn't been the same since. He had me blocked for about 6 months, then unblocked me one day and called me hammered at like 3 in the morning on a Wednesday. "Are you still doing heroin!? I miss you." No, I'm not, and I miss you too, but I gotta wake up for work in 3 hours. I'll talk to you later buddy.

Opioids were never my DOC anyway, it was just something to cross off the list. We're so weird, right? I'll even give my mom O-DSMT sometimes if she's in bad back pain. Oh God, I remember calling her while I was rolling hard on some MDA. Thank God I have parents I can be honest with.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if we did it right. Went to college, work a full-time job, pay all your bills. We are still going to be ostracized from the vast majority of society. I'd rather not fit in either and I don't plan on changing anytime soon. It's my day off, I'm about to get some food and then bomb some methaqualone.