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#64 posted by Kyle Armbruster , March 20, 2009 6:53 AM
This, right here, is why I stopped doing drugs a long time ago and never have wanted to go again. I had some very valuable experiences in altered states which, believe it or not, actually made me a nicer person.
But the worst drug experience I had was a very bad shroom trip (my fault--I took way too much), during which I had the very real epiphany that even if some drugs, used responsibly, were safe, I had no fucking idea what I'd just put into my body. Maybe you know your dealer really well, and have known him for years, and know he would never do anything to hurt you. That doesn't matter. Because it's not like your dealer is down in his laboratory mixing up your E. He's getting from someone who he probably trusts well enough, who gets it from someone... whom no one knows, who gets it from god-knows-what psychopath gangster asshole...
And we can all blather on about how that's why drugs should be legalized, so we can control quality, etc., but the simple fact of the matter is they are not legal, which means, by definition, that everyone you're dealing with to get high is a criminal.
So you're putting your body in danger by trusting people who don't deserve your trust, and if you get caught you can end up being ass-raped for a few years and then emerge unemployable.
And that's why no one should do drugs. Because they're illegal.
From here.
I don't really want to start arguments with anyone, but I think this plainly sums up some of my feelings on why I choose not to do drugs, aside from not being attracted to being "outside" my state of mind and all of that. If you do choose to do drugs, it doesn't concern me so long as your choice doesn't affect or interfere with me choosing not to.
This, right here, is why I stopped doing drugs a long time ago and never have wanted to go again. I had some very valuable experiences in altered states which, believe it or not, actually made me a nicer person.
But the worst drug experience I had was a very bad shroom trip (my fault--I took way too much), during which I had the very real epiphany that even if some drugs, used responsibly, were safe, I had no fucking idea what I'd just put into my body. Maybe you know your dealer really well, and have known him for years, and know he would never do anything to hurt you. That doesn't matter. Because it's not like your dealer is down in his laboratory mixing up your E. He's getting from someone who he probably trusts well enough, who gets it from someone... whom no one knows, who gets it from god-knows-what psychopath gangster asshole...
And we can all blather on about how that's why drugs should be legalized, so we can control quality, etc., but the simple fact of the matter is they are not legal, which means, by definition, that everyone you're dealing with to get high is a criminal.
So you're putting your body in danger by trusting people who don't deserve your trust, and if you get caught you can end up being ass-raped for a few years and then emerge unemployable.
And that's why no one should do drugs. Because they're illegal.
From here.
I don't really want to start arguments with anyone, but I think this plainly sums up some of my feelings on why I choose not to do drugs, aside from not being attracted to being "outside" my state of mind and all of that. If you do choose to do drugs, it doesn't concern me so long as your choice doesn't affect or interfere with me choosing not to.