I've got a lot to say about this, seeing as I was pretty straight edge for a while.
I'll write more later, but we're on our way to cop and I'm on my phone lol but I will say this...
I respect their feelings and I can understand where they're coming from, but at the same time, the drug game has opened me up to such new people and new experiences and I feel more worldly and empathetic now. I'd hate to have missed out on all that.
I'll explain more later lol
OK so to elaborate...
I wasn't entirely straight edge and I never once
declared myself straight edge, but I very much
became straight edge in my behavior once my older sister fell off the wagon. I mean, we grew up together, smoking weed together and doing all of the normal, everyday, bored, middle-class and white, suburban kid sort of things; but then she began smoking crack and shooting dope, and I thought that she was taking things too far. In just one week's time, she lost her job (a good job, too, working at a doctor's office), crashed her car, and got arrested. It was unbelievable, man, and I just couldn't wrap my head around her behavior and just how much of an impact those drugs seemed to have had on her life.
I was in high school at the time, and I grew to hate my sister for all the headaches, the worrying, the stress and anxiety we felt.
Is she coming home tonight? Has she been arrested? Who does she have in our house? Will she steal our things? Is she dead? So, needless to say, I took an entirely different trajectory. I hit the books, began taking school more seriously, applied to a couple of schools, took the SATs, and was accepted into the school I most wanted to go to. And even for the first couple years of college, I might have drank on one or two occasions, but I wasn't drinking every weekend, and I wasn't smoking pot or taking any other drugs. I was pretty... "square." lol
I was just so, so determined to be the total opposite of my sister, and my mother, actually. Without going into too much detail, I felt then (and still feel today) that both my mother and sister were too preoccupied with themselves and with each other to ever really give any sincere consideration as to how I might be feeling or how I might be doing. (Not trying to bitch, but that's just what it is...) So, for the most part, I stayed away from all drugs and alcohol and mind-altering substances, and I studied, and worked.
I'm not sure when it happened, but eventually, I just stopped caring. I think it was about the time my mother called to tell me my sister had relapsed, and, amidst all her ranting and raving, told me that if I couldn't handle doing x, y, and z, then maybe college wasn't for me. (She called not only to tell me that my sister had relapsed, but also to ask me for a copy of my unofficial transcript so that I could continue receiving the 'good student discount' on her car insurance.) But I was going to school full-time at the time, and I was also working two part-time jobs, and I had just made the dean's list for like the second time in a row... and I told her that I'd try to remember to bring her my unofficial transcript but that I had a lot on my mind and a lot to do. That's when she told me that "well, Steven, maybe college isn't for you then."
And that wasn't the only time she had thrown sand in my eyes. At every turn, it seemed to me that she would congratulate me, tell me how proud she is of me, and then kick me down and make me feel like all of it just wasn't enough and I still wasn't worthy of her trust, respect, or admiration. So, I think I just stopped caring, and I realized that no matter how hard I tried, it just didn't matter and I might as well be screwing up like my sister.
It wasn't a real calculated decision, but it began when one day I had a lot of papers to write and a lot of studying to do, and a friend offered me some adderall. I said "fuck it," took it, and felt un-fucking-believable. I had all of my work done in maybe an hour or an hour and a half, and the quality of the work was really, really good. I began taking adderall, a lot of adderall, and then I began taking other pills, and you see where this is going...
And honestly, I know that this is the part in the story where I should say I regret doing it, but I don't. Since then, I've taken lots of other drugs, and I've met some really interesting people, and I've had some really interesting experiences. I think that it's important to be book-smart, which I am, to some degree, but I think that it's also important to know how much a catalytic converter goes for at the local scrapyard, and I think that it's important to know how to act when you're around in the projects. In other words, I think that I've become a more well-rounded person, and I'm glad. I don't regret it.