It’s 11:00 a.m. and I haven’t had as much sleep as I should over the last few days. I stopped paying close attention to the lack of sleep but I know I’ve gone more than one evening with no sleep and several others with minimal sleep so I’m a little bit tired and that means that the drugs have faded away from my morning usage and I’m now in that point where my thoughts turn to the real world rather than the slightly blurry world that comes with clouds of smoke.
I think a lot of people who have never done drugs have a very specific idea of what they think it’s like and the reason that drug users use. And I think that in the world there are many stereotypes that become stereotypes because of majorities or at least a good percentage of that community follow along whatever the stereotype is. The same is probably true for drug users. People use drugs to change their thinking patterns away from negative to whatever. The thought is that for many people the negative is personal situation, life choices, poverty, melt mental illness. All very personal things and they are put down for their inability to accept these things through legitimate means and instead turn to recreational drugs that they may not be able to afford therefore causing crime and violence.
I cannot deny that that is the case for many people including at some points in my life, me. I have certainly lived through various stages of depression and poverty but it is not the only example in my life and therefore I believe not the only example in many people’s lives they do not follow the stereotypical drug user.
So I’m sitting here at 11:00 a.m. knowing that there are some tasks I have to get up and do and there are other tasks that I can do all in all between napping and television and tasks and customer support and animal support they’re about five or six things I could be doing and what I’m doing is thinking about the universe and the political situation and the fact that I’m not doing anything about it except reflecting on it and then realizing a chain of thought patterns. I turn to drugs not to dull the pain, but to dull the smart. To make me dumb and therefore closer to the stupid people that are currently controlling the world. That’s not true Smart people are still controlling the world and always have been but they’re also controlling the stupid people and by majority directing the world that way
And I hate that. It’s frustrating. To watch stupid people be stupid with pride is a different kind of pain. I’m not using drugs for myself. I’m using drugs to hide the guilt that I just let it happen. I’m a sheep. And I don’t have enough people in my community of the same intellect, but even if I did, we’re not going to talk about how the world is so stereotypical in itself. Blah blah blah let’s watch some TV and get high and not worry about it.
Maybe the world would be better if the people who are against drugs did the same. Everybody needs chemical blinders these days to detach from the routine and communities that are leading them down the wrong path.
You’re not living the dream. They’re living the nightmare and being told it’s a dream.
