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Thursday, November 08, 2012

Drug Addict

 

I can't pretend to deny it anymore:


I'm addicted. If I don't have my drug in extra large quantities first thing in the morning, I am cranky, rude, and at times downright cruel; not to mention I get forgetful and sluggish, too. People repeatedly ask what's wrong. Coworkers avoid eye contact, managers ask if I've had my drugs this morning. I need the drug to function.


As long as I have my fix, I'm bright, bubbly, and generally fun to be around. People compliment my personality; they say, "you understand customer service, people should be more like you." I'm funny when I've sated my need. I'm quick to smile. I'm beautiful and sexual and flirty and sweet. I'm calm, cool, and collected. People love me when I've had my drug.


I've started selling to support my habit. Mostly just to other people at work. If I'm going to get a fix, I offer to pick up for my friends. I don't offer to people I don't like, but those I do all appreciate the offer even when they're full up. Most of the managers have standing arrangements. One has me bring her a dose every morning, another just makes a gesture when I'm leaving meaning he needs another fix. The best part is that everyone has a habit of overpaying. Because the fix is so cheap, they'll give me nearly double the money at times just because it's easier than breaking bills. I don't have to pay for a third of my fixes. It saves me from financial ruin.


If it weren't so easy and socially acceptable to be an addict, I probably would not be. If my mother didn't use copiously, I wouldn't have discovered my drug until high school. In high school my drug was recreation. We'd get little doses and then run around like nut jobs reveling in the rush of the drug flowing in our veins. By the time I started college I was dependant. If I had homework or class work I'd have my drug by my side and try to moderate my use so I wouldn't run out before I finished. Now I take the largest available dose whenever I can get it. I use it to wake up and prepare me for my day. I use it to keep me going on long drives. If I go out drinking, I use before I go to keep me up and happy, and when I get home I use it to calm me back down and get ready for bed.


I don't know how to function without my drug anymore. I don't WANT to function without my drug anymore. My drug makes life fuller and more meaningful. It's grounding. Its comforting. It's there for me in the dead of winter when I'm chilled to the bone, and it cools me down in the summer when my skin is hot to the touch. I'm grateful for my drug, even though I mourn my addicted state. 


It's just comforting to know I'm not the only one addicted. Everyone is. Our nation is addicted to the same drug I am. It's wonderful that it's so readily available. There are millions and hopefully one day billions of shops selling it everywhere. I fear for the day we run out. That's the day I buy a bunker and start growing my own and hoarding it.


I don't want to run out.

I can't live without it.

I'm an addict.

And my drug of choice is caffeine.

 

 


Saturday, August 20, 2011

Judge me, or don't. I frankly do not care.

I use my Facebook as a sounding board. What's that mean? It means I just throw things out there in a way people can respond to, and usually I don't expect any sort of comment or thought. It's simply easier for me to use than twitter because more of my friends use it.

That also means that I often say things people are either offended or hurt by. While I apologize to any of my ACTUAL friends I end up hurting, I really don't have any reason to apologize and only do so because I want to keep those friends.

I frankly don't care what most people think of me. I'll be the first to say it: I'm a selfish bitch who doesn't care about anyone but herself. But the thing is, there are a few people (three) that I would do anything for... And the funny thing is, they aren't the ones who get offended by what I say. No, the people who get pissy about the things I say are usually people who don't know me, people I'm friends with for actual reasons and not because we ourselves are friends. This isn't always the case, but it's the trend.

I genuinely don't understand why anyone takes the dumb website as seriously as they do. It's still the Internet. It's still chock full of trolls, and lurkers, and people who think The things they say or share truly 'means' something. Well, it doesn't. This isn't real life. All of our lives are so tangled up in these machines that we don't see that we aren't as great as we think we are. We make these pages that are all about us, and use our statuses as though we're making some profound statements about the world, but in reality, we are all nobodies. The only people who will remember most of us when we die are our families. And even then, only the first few generations after we die will remember, after that we're done. And some people are so afraid of that that they treat this dumb 'social network' (read: glorified forum on crack) like it's one of those unofficial biographies I used to buy to memorise everything I could about Hanson or the Spice Girls.

Facebook allows us to think we matter. That's WHY social media is so popular. Everyone wants to be famous, and Facebook lets us think we are a little bit. It makes us feel like we are individuals and our words and opinions make a difference, that maybe we'll be remembered for something we said or did. In reality, we won't be. This age will not be remembered as a golden one. We will be lucky if future generations don't consider this a dark age of personal growth. There's too much posturing going on. Too many people willing to laugh at everyone but themselves. I'll admit, it's difficult to find things funny right after they happen, but thats no reason to be angry. We need to eliminate double-standards. It's difficult, yes, but not impossible.

Growth starts at being aware of what we do. I'm a bitch, sure, but I don't let the past bother me. (okay, aside from my vow to one day buy, destroy, and put up a dog park on the site of the hospital that killed my grandmother's dog) When something happens, it's only natural to go through whatever emotions you need to to cope. But no one lets anything go, and Facebook makes it easier for most people to hang on to the garbage. So many people are constantly deleting embarrassing posts and pictures that I can't even wrap my head around a fake number. My question, though, is why? Why do we try to gloss over the past? There's no reason for it because with enough digging and critical thinking, we can figure it out anyway. I get why people would try to pretend their ancestors weren't nazis, or didn't own/sell slaves, but knowing that kind of thing is useful if you're trying to put the past and present into perspective. Everyone wants to be good. Everyone wants to do the right thing. But pretending that you've never done an evil deed, is evil in and of itself.

I understand the desire to rewrite the past. For god's sake, I'm starting school all over again, after doing nothing for a full year, after going to a school that made me miserable, after taking six months off, after not applying anywhere I'd actually get accepted, all because I got mediocre grades in high school because I don't believe in homework. If I could rewrite the past, I would. But I can't. So I'm not going to try to. There is no reason why we should be embarrassed of our lives. Involuntary reaction? Maybe. But if you go through it enough (read: if you sit with the gossipy women at enough family gatherings), you eventually find ways to cope (eg: your drunk cousin is really the closest in your family to enlightenment). And once you can look yourself in the face and deal with all your own baggage, there's no longer a reason not to share everything in your life.

So I share random observances in my day. I'm indiscriminate of whether the things I share are directly from my life, or something I hear someone else say in passing when I'm at work or the mall (same thing) or the park or on tv. If it amuses or annoys me, and I think more than three people will chuckle or commiserate, it goes on facebook. There is a reason I'm not friends with my mom or my managers... They wouldn't understand. And if you don't understand, delete me, I don't need you.


Thursday, July 07, 2011

Oh Xanga, how I've missed you.

I'd like to apologise to xanga for cheating on you with tumblr. At first I only did it because I was in love with a blogger there by name of SoThenShe. Then I found out Daniel spent copious amounts of time there and things sort of snowballed. I am truly sorry for how I just vanished, xanga, I didn't mean to. If you'll take me back I promise to pay more attention to you. That's not to say I won't continue my relationship with tumblr, because honestly, I think I may be in love with the flaky bastard, but I promise to try to find a balance. So please, xanga, will you love me again?


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

no freaky teenager i've never actually met,

i will not electronically help you get off.

i haven't talked to you in over six months.

and even then, when i did talk to you, i did not help you get off.

you live over a thousand miles away.

if you want someone to help you get off, go talk to some random slut from your homtown.

just leave me alone, i've had too many  calls from  old friends today to be patient with you.


Thursday, October 28, 2010

i have come to a conclusion.

Straight men are useless when they're fully clothed.

 

the end



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