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When I used to work at construction and doing all that SHIT labour (steel reinforcing and general labour) - I sometimes wished I took meth before each work shift so that I could have enough motivation and energy to go through each day. That was the only upside I would think of - but I knew about all the other crap that it does to you so I never did it.
In the end it's not worth it. And plus... I look at it now and it wasn't all that bad - I survived all those work shifts easily and could easily do it again if I wanted. It's all about mental motivation and actually getting yourself to do things that you don't really like doing and learning to like them. |
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That reminds me when I worked for TLC 2 summers ago, half the people were on some kind of drug, it was very amussing to watch them work all fucked up. They'd always fuck up or do something dumb and get yelled at. The also provided a disstraction, so I could have my 45min. lunch and 20 minute breaks.
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Why are there still people dumb enough to do meth? I don't personally know anyone who's big into it (you better believe I'd lovingly beat the shit out of them if I ever found out) but I have a lot of friends who tell me stories of their friends who are hopelessly addicted. Why? What kind of stupid do you have to be to start? Does the crackhead just wake up one morning and say "I'm gonna go crack now and that's the way it is?" Who doesn't know what kind of hopeless crack shit meth is? Everyone knows smoking can possibly fuck you up, but meth will always fuck you up and in much more terrifying ways (pulling shards out your face ain't exactly a gravelly cough). Even speed is better for you. So what the hell makes you start? Can someone explain that to me? Why does this shit have to spill over into a much more positive (ie. Rave) scene?
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i cant answer for everyone, but the way i started was: i went to a party one time, and had only done e before, i was kinda curious as to what else was out there, and so i had a friend who had been doing the shit for awhile....he held up 2 baggies to me and asked me to choose, and then i did some out of one baggie, a little later i did some out of another. i felt great, i was awake (i have on meth and k) and i felt drunk without the gross feeling (yet) then it kinda just snowballed from there...everyone always thinks that they are invicible, whether it be from addiction or diseases, therefore i kept doing it, i got to the point where i would drive all over the lower mainland just to get it, but i still felt good, the 2 days of grossness after 4-5 of greatness was worth it...or so i thought in my min d. and i still felt like i wasn't becoming addicted. i figued i had it all under control, i could do it on the weekends, and then work my regular jobs during the week, and if it spilled over to work every once in awhile...big deal...noone would notice cause no one would ever suspect that i would ever do something like this. i wasn't just doing crystal though, i got bored from just doing that so i could mix it with k a lot of the time, and in my mind the k made me come down nicely from the crystal and i wasnt such of a fuckup.. hahaha ya fucking right. even as i started to get into it more and more i knew what a fuck up i was being, i knew the damage it was doing to me....a lot of the time when me and my "friends" were high we would talk about that kinda stuff, it would start to gross us out, we told each other that we were going to quit after our baggies were empty...but then another weekend came and another party and therefore another baggie. i knew i was destroying myself, and the relationships around me. but it took me about 2 years to finally realize it and to finally give it up. to this day i know how totally bad it is, but every once in awhile i just crave it still. i never woke up one day going..."i'm going to be a tekker today" it just happened and i lost control. |
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I realize I am being repetative, but I thought this as soon as I saw this thread: There is an UP SIDE? like what the ability to have a nose that is as moldable as silly putty? The best way I have ever heard it put is "Meth steals your soul" EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! Gimme a highball and a blunt any day! |
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there is an upside when you;re on it, or so you think at the time |
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i agree with it being disgusting n how it ruins hearts... However its stupid, with all the knowledge about the drug, that people still choose to try it. Dont blame the dealer for providing it, the user has a mind of there own and whether or not they want to do it is completely up to them. |
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My experience was very similar to Krisamata's....I had a boyfriend who was doing it, and boy did it feel great! I felt intelligent, organized, creative, happy, motivated...Within a year I was doing it every single day...If I did sleep (once every 3/4 days) I would have to have a rail to get out of bed in the morning. I would rail at work, in the bathroom at school (keep in mind I was a straight-A student, my teachers would shit themselves if they knew now what I was doing then), in my boyfriends car...all the time. I didn't even mind the sketch, I actually kind of LIKED it.
And we knew we were addicts too...we tried to quit a couple times but always went back to it, it was all we did for that whole year. We were like "yep, we're jibheads, we're meth addicts, whatever, we like it." I got down to 95 pounds (I'm 5'11")....My bones were poking out so harsh that it caused me excruciating pain just to wear my purse across my shoulder, and if I bumped into anything it was enough to make me cry from the pain of hitting the bone. And I didn't even care. I didn't want to quiot because the thought of never doing it again made me want to kill myself. I didn't think life was worth living without it, even as it was physically and psychologically eating me alive. Thank goodness I moved away, started eating, stopped the meth, stopped hanging around people who did it....thats what it took to break away. I had a couple relapses over the first year but haven't done it in 2 years now. But like Krisamata said, I still crave it....just talking about it makes me want it. I think that it's something that stays with you forever. |
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But I feel so much healthier and better about myself now than I ever really did then. I may have some extra chub around my middle but it's better than being as skinny as I was then. :) |