You know I have been on Tumblr for over 5 years and I haven’t given any sort of major rant. Now feels like it will be a fantastic time to do so when I haven’t picked up a book to read in about 2-3 months.
Anyway, I have a massive problem with drug culture. I really cannot stand anyone glamorising drugs as something that is “cool”. I really fucking hate people who do drugs because they think they’re cool, or try to pressure other people into doing drugs, because both are under the assumption that it may be the cool thing to do in a given situation.
I don’t talk about cool as in pop-up your hip-shades and snap your fingers into a double-gun pose - hoping to elude any conversation that you’re actually in no ability to participate in.
I mean perceiving drugs as the “cool” gateway into better social situations. It’s unfair. It demonises your own identity, as if you’re not good enough to go into that situation, compared to yourself on “x” substance.
Now for the most part I am in no way anti-drugs, I understand that people earnestly love taking drugs, whichever drug that is. Most of the time it’s because it produces some sort of euphoric, or at least different response that seems impossible to contrive without them. This is fine, and conversation geared around enjoying drugs is fine. Talk about what you love, that’s fine.
It’s those stupid fucking “cool-chasers” who love drugs so much, who are entirely capable and happy to take drugs. These happy drug takers who seem to not understand that there is a foray of different people out there, who all have their own limits.
Everyone has their own set of limits and what pushes people to their limits differ quite drastically between everyone. Thus, there are people who find certain social situations to be full of pressure as it is, and don’t need to hear that they’re “going to have a bad time” or “aren’t going to be having as much fun” because they don’t want to take drugs. FUCK YOU DRUG PUSHER!!! FUCK YOU!
Or people who say “I took this drug on the weekend heh heh heh” and that’s the end of their fucking story. Their whole point of the story was to tell you that they were cool enough to take drugs. Nothing of interest like what fucking happened on your weekend? Who did you speak to, what did you speak about, what sorts of feelings did you go through.Your new fucking theory on the universe, or even what your favourite food is. Something other than: “I took drug, I have obviously proven my self-worth and don’t need to speak to you about anything else now - precisely because I took drug.” Grow a fucking brain and an ability to participate in any sort of decent conversation.
Anyway that’s done. My main two arguments is that:
1. People have limits, good on you for pushing your own everyday, in which ever way you choose to do so: going that extra two miles on your run, or taking that extra tab of LSD. Good, find your limits appreciate them. BUT UNDERSTAND THAT THAT IS YOUR OWN LIMITS. iT’S NOT THE STANDARD OF LIMITS. THERE IS NO COSMOPOLITAN STANDARD OF LIMITS!
2. If you do take drugs. That is not a conversation in itself. There needs to be more to your story, like what happened etc etc. Also, make sure those around you are comfortable with this.
One more thing, drugs are taken at your own personal leisure. But remember that some people don’t have a healthy relationship with them and may be directly or indirectly affected by drugs. So be wary of your “drugs are cool” rants.
This goes for legal, illegal, natural, synthetic, prescribed, liquid, galactic drugs. (Yes that means drinking too. “heh heh heh I go so fucked on the weekend)
K thanks BYE!
Man I hate instant messaging. I accidentally turned on my Facebook chat and people have said hello. I am ignoring it and waiting at least am hour before I can turn it off again. I don’t know how effective a ruse this will be, as I haven’t turned it on in so long, I don’t know how it keeps track of if you’re online or not. Do you have to be on your facebook tab for this to happen? Does that mean it’s immediately obvious that I was online.
OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
Kale chips suck.
Why did I think I could trust the white people?