At my school, drugs and cigarettes are as common and as well known as text books. In middle school, pot was like water to most of the guys that I knew. Before kids learn how to manage their bank accounts, they learn how to roll a blunt or sneak drugs through school without getting caught.
Up until high school, I saw drugs and their users as a pretty big evil. Now, I’m not so sure. I’ve never done drugs, never want to. I’ve had alcohol–not enough to get drunk, but I still wasn’t impressed. I believe drugs are just someone’s way of dealing with what life throws at them. Everyone deals with things differently, just as I use my blog and fiction writing to keep my head from going splodey.
A lot of my friends disapprove of the drug circle that I have been in for a long time. I know they do drugs, but it’s not my job to help them. Most I don’t know well enough to call them a friend. The ones I do call friends are…It would suffice to say that I’m there for them when they need me.
A few of my formerly disapproving friends now realize that somethings are grey. After several of my lectures, they understand and I can tell you one phrase I have not heard from them since:
“He’s not good for you. He does drugs.” Several of my exes were druggies. Actually, 95% of them were to be honest.
One thing about drugs bothers me. The dealers. A lot of the dealing is between students, but, there are adults somewhere involved in this. You’re giving drugs to kids to make a living. It really, really rubs me the wrong way. I idolize many of the adults in my life. They do the best they can to help kids, and behind the scenes you have other adults dealing to kids who don’t know what to do with their money.
My mom told me that drug use amongst my friends should bother me. Before my best friend nearly died, it did bother me, but I never said anything, because I valued our friendship. I’m glad I did, but I shouldn’t have. She didn’t love me more than her boyfriend of two weeks, whom I hate. After she almost died, I shut down all my opinions and at that point, nothing bothered me. Nothing.
Half of my generation won’t last to graduation. Dropouts, suicids, you name it, I’ve heard or witnessed almost all of them.
Just some food for thought. I’ll talk to you later.