I wrote this when I high as fack on 12 speed pills, WARNING don't tweak alone it will make you go crazy.
Date Written: Dec.4/2011
Words: 750
Inside the mind of a tweaker exposed Part1:
"Sure we've all been there at one point stuck between and rock and hard place where every step feels like it one too many. No bathroom in sight and even if there was you probably wouldn't make it. Nothing feels more animalistic than dropping a deuce in the great outdoors. But then you suddenly realize you have no toilet paper and swear to yourself the next time you will be more prepared and vow never to make fun of that guy nerdy guy that carries a package of pocket tissue’s in case of emergencies, again. You envy people who are prepared for whatever life has to offer. For a second you start to stress about the sad shape of your RRSP’s than remembering that your standing over a pile of shit and must keep focused on the task at hand.
You frantically check your pockets for anything that can be deemed useful to your current shit-uation. Your self-frisking has turned up nothing but pocket lint and what looks to be small pieces of marijuana from your days when your parents truly believed that holding it for a friend was common practice amongst various peer groups. You systematically embark on the jouney to acceptance. First in the denial stage you might find yourself saying things like this can’t be happening or this must be a bad dream than without missing a beat you subconsciously call upon faith and self-pity in hopes that feeling sorry for your self will better your outcome, conditional learning has taught us from early childhood having a parent feel sorry for us usually shifts the outcome in a favorable direction. Then you bring God into the spotlight like he can spread some light on your prevalent position and take some of the heat for you eating that three day old burrito you found behind the couch. Without much though shift from denial to faith-self-pity faster than Charley Sheen can bang a 7 gram rock.
At this point you might find your self proclaiming to god and questioning his divine plan that has put you in yet another sticky situation which seams in your opinion to be the story of your life. I should mention now shitting your pants in public and not coming to terms fast can cause complete breakdown. After denial, self-pity and blaming god has proven to be of no good use and you must come to terms that you’ve been wasting precious time trying to change things to which you have no control. Thus begins the soul searching stage. You start to see everything around you as possible ass wiping material. You begin to rationalize your thinking process some may ask them self what would Jesus do or if you prefer to call upon a more modern symbol you may use MacGyver and his ultimate wisdom which is very comparable to Jesus on many levels. Sure Jesus can turn water into wine, but can he fashion a make shift telephone using nothing but a medium sized cocanut a piece of wire and the pacemaker of an unlucky soul who happened to get between MacGyver and his highly motivated burst of ingenuity which always seams to surfice when he needs it the most. You deem not to put open this Costco sized can of beans of debate, capable of feeding most of the starving kids in the south pacific, for fear of being like the stereotypical nerd comparing Luke Skywalker’s Light saber to The star trek weapon of choice.
At this point you will have assets your means necessary to pull through this rather unpleasant occasion without losing your mind. What would MacGyver do? Than it all makes since panic seams silly now because you’re the product of millions of years of human evolution and the world is it your fingertips. You begin assessing every article of clothing you are wearing as possible toilet paper in a pinch. For whatever reason the sock is always first to go. You’ve reached acceptance… You’ve accepted the fact that your sock no matter how clean or dirty will be used to solve your tissue issue. All this brain activity happens within three for four seconds of the first panic stricken moment. If your right handed you more often than not will use the left sock to wipe your ass. It’s your dominate side taking control of the situation without you even realizing it. "
Tweaking out alone is no fun!!!! MS Word was my only output to the world that night.
WTF!?
Comments!?
Date Written: Dec.4/2011
Words: 750
Inside the mind of a tweaker exposed Part1:
"Sure we've all been there at one point stuck between and rock and hard place where every step feels like it one too many. No bathroom in sight and even if there was you probably wouldn't make it. Nothing feels more animalistic than dropping a deuce in the great outdoors. But then you suddenly realize you have no toilet paper and swear to yourself the next time you will be more prepared and vow never to make fun of that guy nerdy guy that carries a package of pocket tissue’s in case of emergencies, again. You envy people who are prepared for whatever life has to offer. For a second you start to stress about the sad shape of your RRSP’s than remembering that your standing over a pile of shit and must keep focused on the task at hand.
You frantically check your pockets for anything that can be deemed useful to your current shit-uation. Your self-frisking has turned up nothing but pocket lint and what looks to be small pieces of marijuana from your days when your parents truly believed that holding it for a friend was common practice amongst various peer groups. You systematically embark on the jouney to acceptance. First in the denial stage you might find yourself saying things like this can’t be happening or this must be a bad dream than without missing a beat you subconsciously call upon faith and self-pity in hopes that feeling sorry for your self will better your outcome, conditional learning has taught us from early childhood having a parent feel sorry for us usually shifts the outcome in a favorable direction. Then you bring God into the spotlight like he can spread some light on your prevalent position and take some of the heat for you eating that three day old burrito you found behind the couch. Without much though shift from denial to faith-self-pity faster than Charley Sheen can bang a 7 gram rock.
At this point you might find your self proclaiming to god and questioning his divine plan that has put you in yet another sticky situation which seams in your opinion to be the story of your life. I should mention now shitting your pants in public and not coming to terms fast can cause complete breakdown. After denial, self-pity and blaming god has proven to be of no good use and you must come to terms that you’ve been wasting precious time trying to change things to which you have no control. Thus begins the soul searching stage. You start to see everything around you as possible ass wiping material. You begin to rationalize your thinking process some may ask them self what would Jesus do or if you prefer to call upon a more modern symbol you may use MacGyver and his ultimate wisdom which is very comparable to Jesus on many levels. Sure Jesus can turn water into wine, but can he fashion a make shift telephone using nothing but a medium sized cocanut a piece of wire and the pacemaker of an unlucky soul who happened to get between MacGyver and his highly motivated burst of ingenuity which always seams to surfice when he needs it the most. You deem not to put open this Costco sized can of beans of debate, capable of feeding most of the starving kids in the south pacific, for fear of being like the stereotypical nerd comparing Luke Skywalker’s Light saber to The star trek weapon of choice.
At this point you will have assets your means necessary to pull through this rather unpleasant occasion without losing your mind. What would MacGyver do? Than it all makes since panic seams silly now because you’re the product of millions of years of human evolution and the world is it your fingertips. You begin assessing every article of clothing you are wearing as possible toilet paper in a pinch. For whatever reason the sock is always first to go. You’ve reached acceptance… You’ve accepted the fact that your sock no matter how clean or dirty will be used to solve your tissue issue. All this brain activity happens within three for four seconds of the first panic stricken moment. If your right handed you more often than not will use the left sock to wipe your ass. It’s your dominate side taking control of the situation without you even realizing it. "
Tweaking out alone is no fun!!!! MS Word was my only output to the world that night.
WTF!?
Comments!?
