I don’t do drugs. I never have. I’ve never had a sip of alcohol and I never will.
I hate the thought of these substances but I have to deal with them because the people in my life use them.
I have the debate with myself about whether my hatred of drugs will grow with age. I know I’m slowly becoming more cynical so my hate of that stuff is rising.
This is bad. My friends are all going to be normal casual drinkers and I despise alcohol completely. The smell of it on their breaths disgusts me. I hate the way they act when they get on the stuff, but that’s for another time.
Now I’m going to talk about an incident that’s been bothering me.
I have one friend who smokes pot rarely. He doesn’t seem to get the stuff himself. He has to be asked by other people to go smoke with them. Maybe he does it at parties, but that’s not the point.
So one guy comes to the room and says they are going to go smoke some cannabis because it’s 4/20.
(As if people needed a fucking holiday to do drugs. BTW this isn’t PG-rated)
So my friend asks everyone in the room, if he should go smoke and he gets a yes.
Fuck that shit. These are people who I consider my friends and yet they encourage drug use.
It’s times like that, that make me feel like I haven’t surrounded myself with the best people I could have. It’s happened twice.
I know if I say anything, it goes in one ear and out the other because I don’t do drugs so my opinion on that topic doesn’t matter.
Should I be tolerant of his choice to do drugs? Hell No.
Drug use should not be tolerated.