Anyone that has even the most remote inkling of my (momentum-driven, action based) sensibilities would think that these would be the last words out of my mouth, but…
I'm wondering if there comes a point in every speedfreak's life where one trades one thing in for the complete opposite.
I've always purposefully stayed away from any sort of substance that had a depressant effect. (besides alcohol). Though, I will try anything. However, with my less than joyful marijuana experiences, and my limited access to prescription painkillers, illegal narcotics, I threw myself head-first into stimulants.
I like the momentum, the productivity, the neatness of it all. Cocaine, amphetamine, ephedrine, caffeine, anything. Plus, it hits the spot. Processes go neatly from stimulus A à thought A à action A. And, of course, on to stimulus B. No distractive elements that come in to offtrack things. It thwarts indecisiveness and, of course, brings confidence when needed.
But there comes a point where it's just like, "now what?" I see a line of coke, or am offered some speed or something…
I no longer jump at the opportunity, glowing as my dopamine receptors itch at the image.
I was recently given 2 scripts for percocet for a wrist injury. And though I really didn't like it at all at first (riding the wave of the forever speedfreak), I think that maybe it's an acquired taste that I sort of got used to before they stopped the script.
My first administration, I was given only 2 5mg oxycodone pills in the hospital. This made me extremely nauseous, hot, and knocked me out. Not feelings that I liked. After I was released and got the scripts, I (abusing them of course) started to like them in my life.
Now, I completely despise a stoned, slowed-down feeling. I can't do pot for this reason. The maintainance that it requires to get to a level of ease is just too much for any sort of pleasure that it might bring about. But this wasn't the same. And though it definitely took some getting used to…
Basically, I guess one burns out too quickly when they are a speedfreak. I see that now and don't collect as much joy for it as I did. I don't have the same passion for it.
I mean, I really highly doubt that I will ever have any sort of opiate spans in my life, but I see now how it seems like a logical step.
So, I was wondering if it is…that logical of a step and everything. If it is sort of inevitable.
I'm wondering if there comes a point in every speedfreak's life where one trades one thing in for the complete opposite.
I've always purposefully stayed away from any sort of substance that had a depressant effect. (besides alcohol). Though, I will try anything. However, with my less than joyful marijuana experiences, and my limited access to prescription painkillers, illegal narcotics, I threw myself head-first into stimulants.
I like the momentum, the productivity, the neatness of it all. Cocaine, amphetamine, ephedrine, caffeine, anything. Plus, it hits the spot. Processes go neatly from stimulus A à thought A à action A. And, of course, on to stimulus B. No distractive elements that come in to offtrack things. It thwarts indecisiveness and, of course, brings confidence when needed.
But there comes a point where it's just like, "now what?" I see a line of coke, or am offered some speed or something…
I no longer jump at the opportunity, glowing as my dopamine receptors itch at the image.
I was recently given 2 scripts for percocet for a wrist injury. And though I really didn't like it at all at first (riding the wave of the forever speedfreak), I think that maybe it's an acquired taste that I sort of got used to before they stopped the script.
My first administration, I was given only 2 5mg oxycodone pills in the hospital. This made me extremely nauseous, hot, and knocked me out. Not feelings that I liked. After I was released and got the scripts, I (abusing them of course) started to like them in my life.
Now, I completely despise a stoned, slowed-down feeling. I can't do pot for this reason. The maintainance that it requires to get to a level of ease is just too much for any sort of pleasure that it might bring about. But this wasn't the same. And though it definitely took some getting used to…
Basically, I guess one burns out too quickly when they are a speedfreak. I see that now and don't collect as much joy for it as I did. I don't have the same passion for it.
I mean, I really highly doubt that I will ever have any sort of opiate spans in my life, but I see now how it seems like a logical step.
So, I was wondering if it is…that logical of a step and everything. If it is sort of inevitable.
