i quit pot, and vowed never to drink. the reason being, is; i’ll always need one more hit, or another glass, ill never be content. i want to start feeling my emotions. i want to feel my depression, i want to feel my happiness. same goes for hallucinogens, iv done mushrooms a couple times, the available information and learning potential seems vast (to say the least) but i could see myself spending my entire life going after the perfect life changing trip, the more information i got the more i would need. If you stop chasing stuff, your free, i think.
I do e, and i will never stop. As soon as we accomplish our goals we immediately want something more. There is no such thing as satisfaction, at least not in the long term. Working my whole life to retire in comfort when i’m too old to experience as much pleasure (euphoria, fun whatever) seems irrational. The result of using will be a more depressing life when i am not high, but is it worth it? I think so. I prefer to live a short life of drastic ups and downs as opposed to the monotony of a “normal” life. Do you find yourself waiting? Life doesn’t get better
The OP is right and the other guy will stop doing e, trust me.
Drugs are as effective or ineffective (in a recreational, positive-mental sense) as the person using them.
yes, i do find myself waiting. and believe me, i dont want to live a normal life. the only thing im waiting for is love. i dont need credit or recognition, just someone to sit next to. p.s. i understand drug users, and respect them. but i think once you see that there is far more to life (whether through drugs or some other way.) I think then its time to accept what you are, and quit while your ahead. im not gambling anymore. i dont need to know secrets, there will always be more. i started reading “the magicians nephew” by c.s. lewis…im only a couple chapters into it but already i can see that the girl is content with what she has, she just wants to relax in her world. where as digory has to keep on exploring “other worlds”, even though there is an unlimited amount, he has to keep looking. he is vicious for knowledge, its even fucking up his relationship with what seems to be his perfect girl…my freind tells me that the narnia books are christian propaganda, but i think c.s. knows his shit.
I respectfully submit that love is the means to the same end that i reach for 10 a pill.
Ahh… this is my type of thread.
I agree with Daybreak, drugs are a tool… just like anything else.
For instance… drugs like heroin, coke, and sometimes E are drugs that are taken more for the physical pleasure that comes with them. If you’re doing drugs for physical pleasure alone…it’s sort of a dead end, because of the tolerence… you will usually end up broke and dead.
But shrooms, weed… these are different because they are used in conjunction with productive ends in mind alot of the time. I will often get high and come on here to read/right. I read and write to get smarter, do moderately well in school, I don’t smoke weed in order to read and write on a forum… I can do it sober, and more importantly… I can appreciate the ADVANTAGES sobriety. God I can’t express that enough. I guess in a sense… so long as the mean itself isn’t the drug, then it’s probably not too bad.
In the end you have to look at your life in a very open way… people with severe depression could likely go through about 6 months of therapy in 1 night with a good E experience. Our minds are such precious, complex and incredible machines… and yet so many people seem content to idle in first gear, cruising around the same old mental neighbourhoods.
Or that same depressed person might kill themselves because of the drug.
I’ve seen both sides of the coin in that I’ve seen people throw themselves away because of their refusal to mature and take care and I’ve seen people who take plenty of drugs lead highly productive and imaginative lives.
Personally I’ve never had any time for e, it just seems like a drug for someone who ‘just wants to feel happy’ without any consideration of why…
If you want to fell like that then roll down a hill, don’t take a pill that could easily kill you…
old gobbo–im not cruising around in mental neighborhoods, i’m walking around in real ones.
lllllll-in regards to your theory of not being able to enjoy life as an old person. --look at some photos of carl jung. he was a self actualizing person, he became more and more himself the older and older he got…but even so, dont work your whole life just for the end of it.
Someone is correct in his post.
Also, I tend to agree with many radical black people that I’ve known on the subject. They think that drugs a tool by the government to keep people stuck mentally and emotionally. I don’t believe that that is true of the government, but I think the essence of it is true and the fact is that people take drugs to keep themselves stuck.
Also, “e” is almost never the real stuff. The real “e” was a drug that was used in therapy with couples. The stuff makes you happy by force, so the angry couples would no longer be able to get angry and some the hope was that they would “forget” to be mad at each other any more over time. The drug was taken off of the market. However, it is being tried with PTSD patients.
From my knowledge gained from drug dealer it seems that they make “e” out of meth and heroin formed into pills. So, it’s not “e” at all.
Hello F(r)iends,
Speaking strictly from my observation of hundreds of drug users (dozens of which I’ve known personally), I think it’s more like going from the gear you are in (clearly some are in first, others are in fifth) to putting it in reverse… without slowing down. Think of the damage that is endured. Why would we want to do that to precious, complex, and incredible cars? I guess some people enjoy driving in reverse with an engine that will soon enough falter.
As with anything, how much damage an engine receives depends on various things. Also, if you are driving a Pinto, who cares right? If you are driving a BMW 7 series though… well, I think I’ll take care of my engine. Thanks very much though.
So I guess… if you are stupid, what’s the harm. If you are smart, why do that to your car {if you get what I am saying}
-Thirst
Thirst,
As much as your the expert… i think you’re wrong.
You didn’t even address the rest of my post. Yes… it’s bad (reverse, more like redlining 1st gear) for heroin or crystal meth, I’ve already admitted hundreds of times to STAY AWAY FROM THOSE DRUGS. But you didn’t come close to presenting any argument. You can’t just say 'I’ve seen lots of H junkies on the streets… that doesn’t count, you think you’re special cause you’ve seen lots of druggies? I have worlds more insight into these things because i’ve actually tried several different intoxications. You can knock that all you want… but if you claim you’re most of an authority on the subject I’ll laugh my ass off. Yes you’re older… and I might be biased, but I really don’t think I’m -that- baised. You clearly biased too, but I have the experience.
You guess? That… is a shitty conclusion. No offense… but some blanket statement?
Now… present an argument against the softer, smarter drugs.
Ad,
First off, making H out of heroin and crystal meth is so fucking stupid… do you know how expensive that is? E sells for way less than H… and they’re going to throw in some of the most expensive drug out there, to tell at a reduced price? Why? Do you know what simply eating heroin does?
I don’t buy that at all…
And Ad, I would think that at low doses… it would be very hard to have a ‘negative’ E experience… it’s not some trip like mushrooms… it’s a very pleasant, social experience. Who better to locate and break down barriers other than yourself. I’m not saying that they should do it on their own… but even at home, I really can’t see ANY problems with a couple suffering from problems splitting a pill and staring into each other’s eyes all night.
Whoever told you about this was right, the gov introduced crack to neighbourhoods with a bunch of coke they usurped from Columbia… and dsitributed to different dealers. The sole purpose of crack is to keep people fucked up and spending money. It all goes to the mafia, and eventually to the politicians. All the while keeping the crackheads subservient, and in the gutters. Even the gang infested ‘deep’ parts of the ghetto are trying to clean up the crack… it literally destroys neighbourhoods and people, the toughest gansters are scared of this stuff. THAT is a drug that is designed/implemented to keep people stuck… .and all you need is baking soda.
You need to focus carefully on the terminology. When people say ‘drugs’ they can often mean coke, heroin, meth, – the ‘hard’ stuff. Some people don’t even put ‘weed’ as a drug. “Yeah man… I’m clean, just pot and cigarettes for me” etc. But what I’m talking about here is the entire spectrum, and I feel like you guys are just focusing on specific parts of that. Things like E, K and hallucinagens… they are the key, and the future for unlocking hidden potential… we just don’t have the research yet.
I forget who… but one of you closed minders said something like ‘I drive around the real neighborhoods in my brain’. That is the perfect example of what I’m talking about. You’re going to talk about ‘real’ when it comes to the brain? It makes our reality, our emotions, and mood… there is so much to be discovered, but most of us are content to sit back and surf the net… and browse forums thinking about how much we get paid at work.
You claim to be (and almost all of you are) smart enough to engage in arguments all over this site… so why not put some of that intelligence to work before you die. Live a little… I’m not saying to go buy some junk of some rando on the streets, but it’s easy enough, and safe to get your hands on most of ‘the good stuff’ fuck… if you live in North America, you can go out and pick shrooms if you feel so inclined.
I can’t begin to tell you how much you can learn by juxtaposing your sober self… with SEVERAL different brain states, when you only have one to compare to… like drunk/sober it doesn’t do you too much, but the potential for personal learning is so ridiculous… I can’t even put it into words.
Try it or don’t… but don’t come here writing about how drugs are so bad if you’re some soberite who gets up every morning, has a cup of irony and then proceeds to further allow the world to shape his/her life, unchallanged.
I would jus tlike to say that those drugs which are the most harmfull are those which produce a fake mentallity which is otherwise unnattainable, not only are these generally the most harmfull for our brain (i.e. cocoain, MDMA, acid…) but they are also the most physchologically harmfull.
i just tend to smoke trees, when im not cheerfull i dont expect to get really happy, but when i am happy i generally get more so when i smoke, i dont really see any catch
peace
Can Drug Users Be Content ? as a former drug user, my personal conclusion was no. I should note that im as affraid of being square as old-gobbo apparently is, but shit happens and before you know it you can sort of invision yourself as being content, your head gets clear, and you can walk down the street without planning where your going to step. also my piano sounds far more sincere, my orgasims…, and i think im going to get turntables, lucid dream, and learn to dance, but most importantly im going to find a girl that isn’t fake happy, and who likes climbing fire-escapes.
But, they have the ability to be the most psychologically helpfull as well. Acid, E and K are probably the most important ‘illegal’ drugs when it comes to mental therapy. The risks are high, but so are the payoffs. So… with those, it -is- a bit of a gamble, but so is everything else.
Look at falling in love… it -can- be a wholly destructive thing in the long run. I’ve seen people literally throw away their lives for love, but I don’t see people getting bent out of shape when they do everything in their power to achieve what Enlighten calls a ‘fake’ mentality.
This is life… you think taking drugs is REALLY any different from anything else you do? It’s just towards the more extreme end of the spectrum. There is no ‘fake’ mindstate to drugs, only an alternative one. No matter what you do… you cannot escape your own reality, you might as well have some fun with it.
Maybe that’s just the kid in me talking…
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I didn’t realise these drugs were important in mental psychology, i just assumed they created dissonance. Just curious, do you mean under clinical circumstances?
Look at falling in love… it -can- be a wholly destructive thing in the long run. I’ve seen people literally throw away their lives for love, but I don’t see people getting bent out of shape when they do everything in their power to achieve what Enlighten calls a ‘fake’ mentality.
Good point that. But I wouldn’t call the love of a woman in the same context as the high of an e pill or a buzz from a few lines. Though i cannot say to have experienced the love for a woman in full force myself, i presume this must be real love, not erotic longing, must be earned through some means, whereas popping some Es to ge the same state requires a trip to your dealer.
But if i misunderstand you, and you mean that drugs dont get u as messed up as in falling in love, you may be right. But then we are meant to perceive ‘love’ as a mutual relationship, and as a social ideal in a happy relationship. Love is a fake mentality, perhaps, but not for the same reasons as i said drugs were.
Bad Drugs produce a fake mentality in the sense they provoke a necessary reaction of pleasure in most circumstances. I assume Love could be seen as fake only after one has thrown away ones life for something which is “meant to be”,
but at the same time, drugs could make you throw away your life too, that assuming as you use drugs as an end, not as a means…i dunno, you have raised some good points
If you think you are falling in love, don’t hazard a moment’s hesitation, but run away as fast as you can.
This one can.
I imagine that on my death bed I will look over to the guy beside me on his death bed and hear him say- “So, did you have a good time, and how much did it cost you?”- and I should reply- “Absolutely, and the price of a pack of rolling papers.”
At that point, with a dissappointed look on his face, he might hand me a photo album of all the events in his life, everything he had done and owned, everything he had created and destroyed, his family, his work, his pet dog.
He would say in a condescending and superior, yet desperate tone- “this is my achievement.”- and I’d hold up a picture of my lung x-ray and say “this is mine,” while laughing to myself.
Here’s a hug for you Detrop!