JBrandon
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Oct 8, 2009
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Pulling myself out of a relapse here, and for the second time in less than a year having to grapple with the terrible consequences of using.
In addition to the vast and impressive physical and psychological damage, I've been absolutely amazed both times when I sort of snap into some clarity and look back at my behavior. It's fucking mortifying.
The absolutely insane and overly confessional things I told people in order to "cover up" my obvious drug abuse... At the time it sure seemed like a good idea to expose someone's background of sexual abuse and my insane response to it in order to distract from the fact that I was obviously fucked out of my mind. No doubt that tactic worked and didn't come across like completely delusional monologuing.
The completely fucking bizarre shit I posted to IG, FB, etc. Just where the fuck was I going with that? Why did I think that was funny, or even intelligible? Why would I think anyone else was playing some weird 4-dimensional chess via social media and would surely understand the subtleties and nuances of the shit I was posting. The mind boggles.
The hours and hours spent masturbating in various wildly inappropriate locales, showers running until the paint is fucked up on the walls, fabricating totally insane justifications - Oh, hi platonic friend who let me stay with you for a month. Why yes, I was in your family bathroom for 7.5 hours with the shower running the whole time. It totally wasn't on just to cover up the sound of a lighter that you could hear anyway. I was just really tired and fell asleep with the shower on! And then did the same thing for maybe two weeks. It was totally normal for me to enter and exit your home at all hours of the night, leave bizarre post-it notes around with requests to "wake me up", etc.
The stories are endless, as is the embarassment. Truly the most destructive drug I've ever done.
In addition to the vast and impressive physical and psychological damage, I've been absolutely amazed both times when I sort of snap into some clarity and look back at my behavior. It's fucking mortifying.
The absolutely insane and overly confessional things I told people in order to "cover up" my obvious drug abuse... At the time it sure seemed like a good idea to expose someone's background of sexual abuse and my insane response to it in order to distract from the fact that I was obviously fucked out of my mind. No doubt that tactic worked and didn't come across like completely delusional monologuing.
The completely fucking bizarre shit I posted to IG, FB, etc. Just where the fuck was I going with that? Why did I think that was funny, or even intelligible? Why would I think anyone else was playing some weird 4-dimensional chess via social media and would surely understand the subtleties and nuances of the shit I was posting. The mind boggles.
The hours and hours spent masturbating in various wildly inappropriate locales, showers running until the paint is fucked up on the walls, fabricating totally insane justifications - Oh, hi platonic friend who let me stay with you for a month. Why yes, I was in your family bathroom for 7.5 hours with the shower running the whole time. It totally wasn't on just to cover up the sound of a lighter that you could hear anyway. I was just really tired and fell asleep with the shower on! And then did the same thing for maybe two weeks. It was totally normal for me to enter and exit your home at all hours of the night, leave bizarre post-it notes around with requests to "wake me up", etc.
The stories are endless, as is the embarassment. Truly the most destructive drug I've ever done.