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[bzarcher]

Waiting for boss to finish something so we can get lunch, and then get more work done.

However, I am still somewhat bored. I demand infotainment!

Hrm....noticing...I dunno. Some of the people on my friends lists are starting to get more explicit with mentions of drug use. I try not to think about it. It's their choice. I won't ever do them myself, I don't think, and condemning someone for their addiction while I'm still overweight, helplessly enmeshed into computers, and tend to try to have a Cider or alcoholic beverage at least every 2 weeks seems a bit hypocritical.

But I'm still really not sure I'm totally comfortable with it. *shrug*

I can tolerate drinking and smoking more than I can other drugs. I dunno.

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[daemi0n.livejournal.com]

What it all boils down to is one's ability to use controlled substances in a controlled, mature, responsible faction. I, unfortunately, have learned in the past first with alcohol and then with THC that I do not posess that ability.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

I think it is also somewhat a mentality. I think you've noticed that I tend to be the kind of person who tries to keep a very firm control over myself...

I can't entirely understand why people would want to deny themselves control over their own bodies and perceptions. *shrug*

On a long enough timeline, everyone's chance of survival goes to zero

[jwhorfin.livejournal.com]

I'm an insane control freak. This is why I find myself lamenting that I always end up being the responsible adult while my friends drink/smoke/shoot/what-have-you themselves stupid. I always end up being the designated driver, because I'm too afraid of what I'm capable of unless I have that tight, unrelenting grip on my behavior. There is far too much violence bottled up in me for me to allow myself to "take a walk" and let it loose.

So I have the one beer, usually after eating a heavy meal, maybe two, maybe three. Always spread out by at least a half-hour. I never even allow myself a "buzz". That's too close to the edge when I'm out with other people. Meanwhile other people around me get trashed, and I have to drag their stumbling asses back to their own cars and drive them home. I try not to let them see I resent doing that in the morning.

I have been drunk before. Several times. I always do it in a controlled situation, usually by myself, in a locked room. It takes a catastrophic event to motivate me to abuse alcohol enough to get drunk. The last time in recent memory was September 11th. The next checkpoint is August 16th.

Re: On a long enough timeline, everyone's chance of survival goes to zero

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*nods* Basically much like me, with the exception that I will drink to relax, on occasion. Not to drunk, not more than a very minor buzz, if a buzz at all. (Only exception being my first weekend of legality, which you saw.)

*shrug* I dunno. Yeah, we're all gonna die. God, that's morbid, for a Friday.

[lanthinel.livejournal.com]

I smoke Camels, and I occasionally have a Guinness, so I'm a nicotine addict and a connissuer of fine hops products. Haven't really done anything else; haven't needed a chemical excuse to stare at the textures on a wall or anything of the like. Weird enough without the chemical inducements. ;)

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Like I said, I have no room to talk that much. I like to drink. I like to eat. I like to get caffinated blood. I like to have ice cream. I like to have sex. I like to play computer games. I'm not a smoker, but as long as you're not trying to get me to do it, I have no problem with it around me. Hell, I am willing to say that most people have the right to do drugs, despite the damage to the body it causes. Just please don't do it around me, or as me to join in.

[silentsteel.livejournal.com]

Makes me feel odd, reading all this . . I've got two very valid reasons (beyond personal preference) why I don't do any of the social drugs, either cigarettes or alcohol, and after all this . . . I never know what to say, other than that I'm glad I've never been able to let myself go enough to enjoy either. But then, neither the smell of alcohol or cigarette smoke appeals to me.

The second reason is simply that I've had to be hyper-aware of how my lungs and head are doing for too long to enjoy losing control of them. Having a genetic predisposition to asthema really sucks, and it's been with me for pretty much my entire life.

Why in the world do I feel like I'm trying to justify my point of view?

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

You shouldn't have to. I don't want people to feel that way if I'm involved.