the booze and the drugs
when i first got drunk, and many times after that first time, it definitely was fun - it was a new experience for me, something that i couldn't compare to anything else in the past. it didn't take long until i couldn't put it out of my mind that my euphoria was all artificial. it was easily apparent that in a few short hours when i woke up my mood wouldn't be jubilant and i'd have a headache and just feel generally shitty overall. the novelty of alcohol wore off, and now i'll maybe have a few drinks or so when classes are out of session. maybe.
how does a dependence develop? how can you not have a point when you realize, "this is enough."? i suppose its something cyclical. the alcoholic realizes that all their happiness is synthetic, and instead of trying to change it, accepts it. they go through the day, depressed, and all day are yearning for the booze. they find their happiness, pass out, wake up, and repeat. i rekon thats how it goes.
its really all a symptom of our culture, i think. our hypocritical, fucked up culture. "feeling bad? take some prozac! want to have fun? drink a beer! no, you can't smoke that marijuana, its bad for you!" its only logical that people who grow up in that culture wind up as dependent on drugs as their parents are. mixed messages are no help - DARE says, "Drugs are Bad!" while the doctor says, "You have ADD Timmy, take these drugs!"
hooray for the long-winded mostly-aimless rant.............. i worry about c.


