The majority of us have addictions. I’m not just talking about poker players, I’m speaking about all people. Where we draw the line is bashing on certain types of addiction while societally accepting the others. I’m talking about alcohol, cigarettes, caffeine, even sugar. We don’t see these type of addicts as degenerate pieces of shit. And we shouldn’t. Not because these substances are socially acceptable, but because their addiction aren’t their faults.
A lot of us have alcohol addiction, but we can hide it well because drinking is so societally acceptable. We always have to drink at every single event, holiday, or party as an adult, unless you want to be seen as “that guy.”
A lot of us can’t go a single day without our caffeine or coffee fix, for the chance of becoming irritable and non-functional at work. The same works for sugary drinks and snacks.
My top addiction of all time is pot. Weed usage for me started off recreationally, then as it became more accessible these last few years, it’s become a habitual thing. I mean, it’s crazy what level of THC you can get out there nowadays for a few bucks. Pot does end up fucking with your brain. Sure the majority of the time it’s chill, makes you hungry and enjoy funny movies more. But high enough dosage of THC can make you hallucinate, as it did for me. Once, I felt like I was traveling through space and time, I felt like I was me but in multiple different universes, playing out what it would have been like to live another version of me with better things, better friends. Another time, I just laid in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, scared to move because Jesus and the Devil were fighting over control of my soul. I know, I sound like a nut.
My longest usage of pot was approximately 7 months in a row. I actually hated it the first dozen times I tried it. Yea, sure it gave a feeling of euphoria and joy, but often it made me feel paranoid, anxious, and gave me panic attacks. The after effects was that it made me melancholic, stoic really. Habitually being on pot made me feel like everything was a hazy dream, but it was still better than the painful reality of loss, abandonment, and depression that surrounded me.
A lot of us have alcohol addiction, but we can hide it well because drinking is so societally acceptable. We always have to drink at every single event, holiday, or party as an adult, unless you want to be seen as “that guy.”
A lot of us can’t go a single day without our caffeine or coffee fix, for the chance of becoming irritable and non-functional at work. The same works for sugary drinks and snacks.
My top addiction of all time is pot. Weed usage for me started off recreationally, then as it became more accessible these last few years, it’s become a habitual thing. I mean, it’s crazy what level of THC you can get out there nowadays for a few bucks. Pot does end up fucking with your brain. Sure the majority of the time it’s chill, makes you hungry and enjoy funny movies more. But high enough dosage of THC can make you hallucinate, as it did for me. Once, I felt like I was traveling through space and time, I felt like I was me but in multiple different universes, playing out what it would have been like to live another version of me with better things, better friends. Another time, I just laid in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, scared to move because Jesus and the Devil were fighting over control of my soul. I know, I sound like a nut.
My longest usage of pot was approximately 7 months in a row. I actually hated it the first dozen times I tried it. Yea, sure it gave a feeling of euphoria and joy, but often it made me feel paranoid, anxious, and gave me panic attacks. The after effects was that it made me melancholic, stoic really. Habitually being on pot made me feel like everything was a hazy dream, but it was still better than the painful reality of loss, abandonment, and depression that surrounded me.
Understand the pain that they’ve been through, the pain that they feel right now.
Fucking spirals man. Downward fucking spirals. At the peak of my substance addiction, my brain and body were hijacked, wired to crave that certain substance.
Addicts. Dark times, tragedies, unfortunate events, pain, depression, leads to desperate behavior. Alternative to ending their own lives, they turn to things guaranteed to make them feel better, or normal, at least for a brief moment.
As fucked up as those people are, understand them. Most addicts have underlying emotional holes. Understand the pain that they’ve been through, the pain that they feel right now. I’m not saying develop feelings for them, Stockholm syndrome style. Don’t fuck up your own life by association. I’m saying feel sorry for them, don’t bash on them even more.