Steve Wright said: “Because, unless you’re living as a hermit somewhere and never interact with other people, your use of drugs can affect the people around you, sometimes in negative ways.”
“…your use of a hot iron…”
“…your use of a motorcycle…”
“…your use of an ATV…”
“…your use of skydiving equipment…”
“…your use of an automobile…”
“…your use of a razor…”
“…your use of a hotplate…”
“…your use of your computer…”
I know that these are NOT precise parallels. I know this, believe me. BUT…
I recently came to the realization that the time I have been spending on the Internet has been greatly harming my relationship with my children. It seems like it’s WORK to get up and make them lunch. It seems like a CHORE to go do their laundry. It’s a pain in my ass to have to go all the way in the other room to make sure they haven’t destroyed anything. It’s a colossal dent in MY internet time to make them turn off the TV and have to make sure they occupy themselves using their imaginations during the day instead of taking the easy way out and letting them suck on the glass teat (thank you, Harlan Ellison) all day.
Holy shit…people are NEGLECTING THEIR KIDS because of the Internet! Only people with LICENSES who can PROVE that their Internet usage won’t make them NEGLECT THEIR CHILDREN should be allowed to use it…there’s just too much potential for STUPID people to ABUSE it.
The sick part? I’m not kidding. I have recognized this behavior and am changing it…now I play on the Internet some, but if I find myself telling a kid to wait while I finish up an INTERNET thing, for chrissakes, I bitch-slap myself and tend to the kid FIRST. When the hubman gets home, instead of both of us wandering into the office and losing ourselves in the instant gratification of DSL web access, we shut the door and do not go in again until the kids go to bed. Once they’re nestled all snug in their beds, we can go play on the Internet, all the while keeping an ear out to make sure the kids are healthy and happy (and, after 9pm, SLEEPING).
I only smoke pot after the kids go to sleep.
I have never in my life thought that taking another hit offa’ the bowl was more important than doing something for my kids.
Damn the government for NOT making the Internet ILLEGAL, thereby taking the onus for using it responsibly off of poor weak-willed ME.
No one looks down on me for surfing the Web, strangely enough.
My stepson has spent the last couple of years knowing that his dad and I smoke out occasionally. He has learned:
- Never go to work high; they’re paying you for your ability to work SOBER.
- Never drive while altered in any fashion…you are qualified to drive a vehicle SOBER.
- Never get high OR drunk in front of the kids…there is an appropriate place and time for everything. (As a side note…I find absolutely nothing wrong with blowjobs either…but they’re unnecessary and I would never do it in front of my kids. For this, should they be illegal?)
- If anyone hands you something you don’t recognize and says, “Eat this,” DON’T.
Does DARE teach him this? No. DARE taught him that All Drugs Are Bad All The Time. But you can go have a beer as soon as you turn 21. And that’s okay. But no, we’re not hypocrites! Believe us! BELIEVE US!!!
And I don’t know a single. human. being. who looks DOWN on anyone else for NOT doing drugs. “No thanks.” “Aiight.”
Now I’m just rambling. Unfortunately, y’all can’t blame that on the drugs; I’m totally sober right now (especially since my Prozac prescription ran out, and thank you EVERYONE who is so very supportive of those of us who have actual problems with the chemicals in our brains). To the folks whose relatives have been messed up by Prozac, I suggest that they get a second opinion and, if drugs are deemed necessary, they find a doctor who will work with them, both on which drug (Prozac is NOT the end-all be-all) they should take AND what dosage.