Drugs

So, drugs?
 We all heard of them, maybe grew up around them,
or were told never to take them. It doesn’t matter. I hate to say things on the
internet, but I grew up around them. Like, since I was born. I never thought of
them as horrible, and maybe inherited a sort of curiosity for them. People told
me never to get involved; it was some sort of downward spiral or some shit.

Sound familiar?


This year, I realized everything was a sort of downward
spiral. Balancing life, family, friends, and bullies—Holy shit, I don’t think I’d
be able to get by. First, they were small things. Like painkillers, you know?
Just to get that dull, sleepy—and almost accepting vibe. Also familiar? I'd think so for a lot of people.  Then it was pot, which
I find a good friend when I have to get away from it all.

I don’t think myself or anyone else who uses as bad people.
I’ve known people, who were probably hooked on harder substances—who are
probably the nicest, sweetest people I’ve met. I don’t understand why people
judge, even if you explain why you use.  People suck that way, and don’t understand
that there’s at least 2 kinds of ‘druggies’.

 First kind is your typical ‘party-every day’, swag,
do-every-thing-just-to-be-cool people. I mean, they SHOULD be easy to pick out.
Usually the kind of people telling others what shit they’ve tried. Probably
just to get attention or something. Usually the ones boasting (LOUDLY?) about
how awesome 420 was to everyone—parents, school, whoever the fuck. They usually
don’t give a shit about you, or anyone else. It’s their rep and ego that
demands the most attention.



The other kind, I’ve noticed use it as an escape. A way out,
without actually being gone (permanently, I should say?) For me, I don’t want
to be addicted. But it’s just like that. Something happens in school and I’m
stuck there—Hell, I need anything just to get away. Anything at all. And people
can be both, but it’s this line that really divides these ‘types’. And I know
stereotypes suck, but this is the sad reality. Some people allow themselves to
become a stereotype, doing all the wrong shit. These people perhaps need a good friend, a hug, or kind words...

 So next time you see someone perhaps distanced from everyone
else, stoned out of their mind—At least be kind. You never know what’s up in
their life. Don’t be so quick to judge like everyone else, maybe they just need
a little bit of kindness, or a friend.

I don’t feel guilty for starting to smoke. People do what
they need to help themselves. And if it happens to be self-medication (which is
probably a lot easier on you than anti-depressants, well, you get it) then it’s
okay! I just hope that anyone dealing with anything is strong enough.

 If you too, are self-medicating—I don’t at all think that’s
bad. Keep strong! Do whatever makes you happy, even if it’s temporary. It might
not be a permanent solution—but we are not permanent anyway.

Just do what’s best for you, without hurting yourself. You
deserve it.