I’m a drug addict. A functioning one. But it’s been the overriding feature of my life, much to my regret.
Yet I didn’t touch anything until, on my 21st birthday, I got drunk. So drunk that I don’t remember my 21st birthday.
I don’t really drink much - I don’t recall the last time I did. But I quickly discovered cannabis, which did not make me nauseated, unlike that devil liquor, and so became my drug of choice. To this day, I struggle to stop - it’s such a waste of money for me, and contrary to my other goals, but I’m psychologically dependent.
I’ve done most of the other stuff, too - in fact, you can dig up a thread here where I get into my crack cocaine use. Even today, I could go for a chance to cook up a few grams; it’s a good thing obtaining it is so precarious.
I do love hallucinogens, though, and miss doing LSD and mushrooms.
But I don’t miss being a “garbage head”, willing to try anything for a high, like my senior year of college. I’ve never done heroin, though, although I’ve taken opioids (not my thing).
I oftentimes wish I had just said no to all of it, but there’s also a part of me that values life experiences, and would feel deprived to have not tried the things I’ve done.
The problem with addiction, however, is that it becomes a rut - doing the same thing night after night - and actively deprives you of new experiences. Another way I’ve described addiction: “If you do drugs because they are fun, that’s not a problem. But if you do drugs because that’s the only way you can have fun, that’s a problem.”
Drugs make people boring.