Maybe Papercuts is having a similar experience transitioning from whats normal to a new opiate??
Yeah, perhaps, I don't know what is normal these days, except I don't feel it until I do something illegal and that upsets me because I came from that way of thinking, then left it behind.
It was decades ago, but my country was under occupation when I was a small child and being indigenous did us no favours at all, the laws didn't respect us so we broke them any time we could get away with it. I built a completely new life for myself from age sixteen, on my own. Not a refugee or anything, just a runaway from a dysfunctional family in the general poverty of a war zone (fucking jackpot there).
The laws of my new country didn't matter to me either, but gradually I started to trust the authorities a little. Besides, I've never liked being in trouble, that was one reason I ran. Long story short, I ended up needing changes to be made in my life. So I got married, changed my name (phew, it was far too unusual) and my husband helped me away from the habits I'd developed with speed, LSD & cannabis (cold turkey on all three together, kept booze & cigs). He couldn't help his own drinking, but we muddled through, kept the right side of the law and gained the benefits of being able to fit into society adequately.
Opiates were the most dangerous thing on the face of the earth, both my parents said so, never touch that in any form. I was 100% wary and back then I'd no problems with opiates at all, I generally stayed away, or occassionally watched for people while not taking any myself.
I was also 100% sure I'd be addicted as soon as I let go and indulged.
I guess I decided to become addicted once the kids were grown. The house is paid, I have a job that's easy to do when stoned and plenty of time off for getting completely rat-arsed. If I lose my job for being stoned, it's ok, we own the fucking house, omg, like how did that happen?
It means the world to me to own just a tiny bit of it, where I'll never be homeless again.
It's more than just material stuff, having gained a respectability, I don't want to trash it all now. I've finally got it good, so I relaxed, let go and indulged.
Then every one of my old memories comes & plays on loop when I try to cut down.
That sends me spiralling into misery and I want to stay out of misery.
So I break the law and wish I didn't have to.