drewbocop
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Hey guys,
Just an interesting topic I thought I'd bring forth if it has not already been discussed. I am a 27-year-old male in the Mid-West United States. My fist expeience with any sort of pseudo-stim is Methylphenidate. I remember snorting one after another of these at a friend's house playing Crash Bandicoot un-interruppted for hours and hours on end. Teeth grinding, sweat pouring, feet tapping; you get the drift. Next, fast forward to my later years of high school, some friends of mine began goofing around with recreational Addreall XR after one of our best buds had been prescribed it. At first it seemed we all got blasted off of it, huge pupils, bouncing off the walls, talkative, could drink like fish, could talk up the ladies, and of course shriveled dicks. While others didn't seem as interested in it as me, I began using it more and more often. It was more of an intermittent use and would use when I could get my grubby little hands on it. Towards the end of Senior year, I was a fiend. It was not my first drug love in high school, that was opiates. However, I found myself enjoying every second of being on this super-man power inducing trip and feeling like the man.
Soon after, I began Community College. I had gone a whole break still using heavily and even managing to manipulate my way into a heavy prescription of 10mg IR, 4/day. Naturally the wonderful side effects drifted further and further away and before I knew it I was a sleep-deprived, mal-nourished, skeleton of a strong man of whom I had used to be. My eyes could hardly focus at my math tests, I had total and utter lack of devotion to study and writing, and quite frankly I didn't give a shit about anything other than my next fat, orange, saccharrine line.
Well this travesty went on about another semester before I began dropping classes and actually concinving myself I was incapable of the work. This was simply not true. Nor were the shadow people, the voices from the next bedroom over (uh, hey mom and stepfather *shudder* ) I said enough was enough, marched into that Indian quack's office, checking the time on his Dexedrine wall clock just to see how long it would take me to be in and out of there for good. And that was that.
NOW, my question. In the last 6 or 7 years since all of this, I have tried several stimulants since. Addreall Ir, Adderall XR, Dexedrine, and Vyvanse. It seems I do not receive very literally ZERO pleasure from these substances what-so-ever. They simply do nothing. I'd be better off drinking a good cup of coffee. Is there some sort of genetic marker (I suppose you would say) that all but eliminates the positive effects and negative effects such as anxiety from coffee with habitual use?
Just an interesting topic I thought I'd bring forth if it has not already been discussed. I am a 27-year-old male in the Mid-West United States. My fist expeience with any sort of pseudo-stim is Methylphenidate. I remember snorting one after another of these at a friend's house playing Crash Bandicoot un-interruppted for hours and hours on end. Teeth grinding, sweat pouring, feet tapping; you get the drift. Next, fast forward to my later years of high school, some friends of mine began goofing around with recreational Addreall XR after one of our best buds had been prescribed it. At first it seemed we all got blasted off of it, huge pupils, bouncing off the walls, talkative, could drink like fish, could talk up the ladies, and of course shriveled dicks. While others didn't seem as interested in it as me, I began using it more and more often. It was more of an intermittent use and would use when I could get my grubby little hands on it. Towards the end of Senior year, I was a fiend. It was not my first drug love in high school, that was opiates. However, I found myself enjoying every second of being on this super-man power inducing trip and feeling like the man.
Soon after, I began Community College. I had gone a whole break still using heavily and even managing to manipulate my way into a heavy prescription of 10mg IR, 4/day. Naturally the wonderful side effects drifted further and further away and before I knew it I was a sleep-deprived, mal-nourished, skeleton of a strong man of whom I had used to be. My eyes could hardly focus at my math tests, I had total and utter lack of devotion to study and writing, and quite frankly I didn't give a shit about anything other than my next fat, orange, saccharrine line.
Well this travesty went on about another semester before I began dropping classes and actually concinving myself I was incapable of the work. This was simply not true. Nor were the shadow people, the voices from the next bedroom over (uh, hey mom and stepfather *shudder* ) I said enough was enough, marched into that Indian quack's office, checking the time on his Dexedrine wall clock just to see how long it would take me to be in and out of there for good. And that was that.
NOW, my question. In the last 6 or 7 years since all of this, I have tried several stimulants since. Addreall Ir, Adderall XR, Dexedrine, and Vyvanse. It seems I do not receive very literally ZERO pleasure from these substances what-so-ever. They simply do nothing. I'd be better off drinking a good cup of coffee. Is there some sort of genetic marker (I suppose you would say) that all but eliminates the positive effects and negative effects such as anxiety from coffee with habitual use?
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