A 38-year-old checking in.
The only drug I use to what might be considered excess is caffeine in the form of, usually, cola drinks. The reason I think I may be using it to excess is that my sleep patters are considerably screwed up these days, and I’m sure it’s contributing. But there’s a lot else going on there too.
I do not smoke anything.
I strongly dislike tobacco smoking. I think it is one of the most unsexy and unattractive things someone can do. I grew up with smoking relatives and hated the hourlong winter car rides with the parents smoking, no fresh air, and the windows sealed against the -20 cold. Not a good thing to do to a kid. So I can endure a smoky atmosphere, but I definitely don’t like it. Later I lost one relative to emphysema and another to lung cancer and… too many in total.
Oddly, my attitudes towards marijuana are less severe, possibly becasue I’ve heard more about good effects it can have in some cases, than I have about tobacco-smoking. I’m aware of the medical-marijuana controversy and how medical marijuana was recently legalized in some circumstances in my country.
I didn’t know a lot of people even at university who smoked pot; I met more later. Though I had one roommate who would regularly fog our shared room in residence with pot smoke. I took to sleeping at someone else’s apartment or just staying at the studio all night (the building was open 24h and we tended as the year wore on to live there anyways)…
Alcohol? I will occaisionally take a sip of it, usually at ceremonial or religious occaisions. But I do not drink it regularly. I don’t remember anything more than ‘social’ drinking in my family. We kept a liquor cabinet (quite an impressive piece of furniture too) stocked with bottles for guests, but in their abscence, they bottles would usually stand around from year to year and gather dust.
Various family members do drink beer though. I found I didn’t like the taste.
Somewhere around the age of ten or twelve, I remember deciding that the pleasure of drinking alcohol, whatever it might be, just wasn’t worth the pain of the hangover, which I imagined as a really bad headache plus being ill. Also, I had (and have) a fear of what I’d be like if I was ‘out of control’ because of being drunk.
Being stoned? A while back, I had an abdominal operation under local anaesthetic. An hour before, they gave me a very small white pill, and I went to sleep.
When they woke me to go to the operating room, the drug had taken hold. I was perfectly aware of my surroundings, but completely tractable: I followed the directions of the nurses and didn’t really care what happened to me. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me along; they could have pushed me off the balcony and I would have looked at the approaching ground with mild disinterest: ‘Oh, that’s cute… <drifts off>’.
The operation took about 45 minutes, but it felt like 15, because I didn’t have the willpower to maintain much attention on individial things. (I do remember the surgeons discussing what they had for dinner the night before… :eek: )
I assume that was some form of being stoned; I have nothing else to compare it to.
These days, I’m wading through so much crap in my life–emotional, financial, work, family–that I need all the internal resources and willpower I can find just to keep on top and not go under. I’m on a thin edge already; I can’t afford alcohol or illicit drugs, in any sense of the word. So I don’t use them.
BTW, tobacco-smokers: what are the good effects of smoking? What benefits does it bring you now (or did it bring you when you started, if it brings none today)?