life is good

i hate drugs. not the life-saving, pain-reducing pharmaceutically-endorsed prescriptions that have done great things for mankind. we did that project in fifth grade: the greatest invention of mankind. i think there was a tie between penicillin and eli whitney’s cotton gin. personally, i have some problems with the cotton gin, but that’s not what this is about. 

i don’t hate the people, my problem is just with the doing of the drugs. there’s that joke about how only in America would crack be invented. that only in America would someone snort a line of cocaine and go ’that was okay, but no..that’s just not good enough..i want something that makes my heart explode as soon as i smoke it. sigh, death: the ultimate high..’.

and i’m sorry if this post is offensive. i’m offended. by people never learning. because it’s not just the uneducated and optionless that go with drugs, it’s also a whole lot of bored white kids with too much of their parents’ money. it’s the majority of the hometown and most definitely the entire high school. anyway. whatever. my point is just that it’s a proven fact that drugs won’t leave you better off. for the short-term i’m sure they’re spectacular. better than reality. but in the long-term what you have is reality. i’m done now.

“so-and-so OD’d” was always a cause for concern- but not exactly abnormal with my hs friends. this information would usually be followed up with some scandalous details, the name of the hospital the person was taken to, when they’d be back at school, and how angry their parents were. last year, there was no hospital, no scandalous details - there was the date of the funeral and some long shock-induced pauses on the phone. the ironic part of this, was that after things settled in and we all had time to realize what had just happened - not that i actually do - the same people that had gone away to school ready to start a new life - quitting smoking, no more drugs, ‘living it right’, etc. - all went right back to their cigarettes and their old habits. i understand that it’s a crutch, but i feel like there was a clear enough indication that it was time to find a different crutch.      

people always seem to go back though. maybe it’s just whenever absolutely-any-other-state has become preferable to reality that it starts again.. maybe it’s just that those people have experienced something so much better than reality and don’t want to come back. i don’t know and i don’t understand and i don’t know how to say what i’m saying without some melodrama getting in there. i just know that drugs are stupid. that’s my profound conclusion.  the end.