Life: My Anti-Drug » Sun, Jul 17th 2005 1:33 pm
I do not drink. I do not smoke or abuse drugs. I wasn’t convinced that this was the way I should live by any book or group of people. I don’t believe it’s a result of any negative experiences, either. I’ve always just questioned everyone else’s motivations for doing them while effortlessly avoiding them myself.
Drinking and drugs are mostly synonymous. Some say they drink because they enjoy the taste, but apparently they’ve no complaints about its affects on the mind and since there are plenty of other beverages out there that taste great too, I’m left believing they have ulterior motives. I’m sure people start drinking and doing drugs for various reasons, but they continue to use and abuse substances because they are bored or unsatisfied with their realities and drugs are a way out that they and their friends can all do together. I don’t do it because I would much rather improve my reality than temporarily convince myself that it’s really not so bad. There are kids whose parents buy them everything and never work a day. Then they graduate and get jobs and realize life is suddenly very, very hard. I imagine the same fate for people who frequently abuse drugs. When they come down off their high, they’ll have to face a seemingly-hard life. Or they’ll simply never come down. Neither is good.
Smoking, while it may taste good, is dangerous. Other things taste good and won’t hurt you; try eating an apple for instance. I don’t care what “casual, non-addicted, smokers” tell me: they don’t smoke because it tastes good. I can’t tell them why they smoke, but I can tell them that it’s not because it’s so delicious or calming. Ulterior motives… Maybe smokers want to hurt themselves? Why not just coat a razor in delicious chocolate sauce and scrape off their taste buds? It’ll taste great, but when they’re done they won’t be able to taste anything else and they’ll probably bleed to death. Smoking is that, only slower. Apparently even ungodly pain and suffering are better when brought on slowly?
While I am accepting of my friends’ choices to engage in all of the above, it is not comfortable to watch. Some of them I knew to be against alcohol when they were younger and while watching them get drunk, I wonder what changed their minds. Others never really expressed any disagreement towards any of it, but still I can’t understand why they do it. They’re better company when they’re their sober, witty, coherent selves. What are they escaping from? Why is sobriety so unbearable for them?
I don’t think too hard about the deeper reasons why I despise the idea of using drugs and drinking; I don’t want to lose total respect for everyone who does these things. I don’t think the people who do them are necessarily more adventurous or exciting people; I think that at some time, on some level, they were weaker than I (and those like me). I perceive the need to escape reality as naïve and wish that people would first try to understand why they’d want to in the first place. I will never drink, and I will never smoke. I will never want to and I will never need to. I will better the bad things in my life and enjoy myself without chemical crutches. I don’t know why so many others are unable do the same.