I was told by a person I know, that they are taking the drug MDMA this weekend. He told me because my recreational drug use is documented here and he knows I'm pro drugs. I haven't touched any for years and years.
With all the talk of Ecstasy and other drugs I was glad that I didn't feel tempted. It was easy to chat about the memories of the era of my life and I felt his excitement too at the prospect but still held firm that it isn't for me a anymore.
There's a huge danger with me living alone that no one is around to stop me making the same old foolish decisions. But as I explained to him, my son is the strength I have inside me now. He has filled whatever hole was there.
Last weekend I went out to Skipton with workmates and while smelling the alcohol in the air was nice, I still wasn't tempted.
As I looked at all the beers In front of me I knew I would enjoy drinking them all up, but my current lifestyle of sobriety is worth protecting.
They had been out for hours by the time I arrived and some had almost lost the ability to speak or were speaking to a conversation which had finished minutes ago. I saw that alcohol turns us into some sort of handicapped person (I don't mean any offence by that phrase) .
So the person who is having these drugs in a day or two could see my point when I said I wasn't interested.
Also I believe that one would lead to the other.
Drinking would allow drugs in and drugs would make me drink.
Maybe when I'm at the last decade of my life and my son is grown up I will revisit these lands and wallow in their mine fields (mind fields?) but until then I am happy without them and I am going to knock this house of cards down.
We done me.
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