Thinking about trying drugs

Seriously, you idiot—take the advice, grab a spoon, and just eat. It’s not like I’m planning to go on a bender today and then quit tomorrow. You try it once and you're done for... gone for good.

Charles Young said:Yeah, things seem a bit more balanced these days.

My generation—the class of '82 and those following—was definitely the worst of the lot.
The last of the true pioneers. 🤣

I don't know why, but I feel like I've managed to soften your hardcore stances just a little... because prejudice is honestly the worst thing you can carry. Especially when it’s preserved in a jar like some kind of relic. 🙂

@nimblemarlin80
Hitting 150 on the interstate isn't unsafe per se. 🙂 It all depends on the road conditions, doesn't it? 🙂

Give me a break. You probably aren't even a Driver, so you’re just talking nonsense.
Speed limits on the interstate exist for a reason. Blasting down the highway at 150 mph is reckless and plain dangerous. You’ve got other drivers out there who physically cannot maintain those kinds of speeds, and when you're flying past them like they're standing still, you're asking for a disaster. It's basic logic.
To be blunt: I’ve been there. My old man was behind the wheel of a Chevy Corsa, trying to overtake three massive semi-trucks at about 100 mph. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some absolute lunatic appears in the rearview mirror, flying at what felt like 130 mph. He didn't just pass us; he materialized. I will never forget those twenty seconds of pure adrenaline. We were halfway past that line of rigs when this guy comes barreling toward us like a maniac, and we’re effectively boxed in. There’s nowhere to go. Seeing him slam on his brakes at that speed looked nothing short of catastrophic. A Corsa isn't built to hit 150, let alone deal with someone driving like they have a death wish. Most cars—and honestly, most drivers—simply aren't capable of handling that kind of insanity.
I honestly have no idea how we managed to pull through to this point.
People driving like maniacs on the interstate—even if they're practically handcuffed to the wheel—are a menace. 🙄 I’d strip his license, impound the car, and throw him straight in jail. There’s no other way to handle it. He had my sister sitting right there in the backseat with her two-month-old baby. Absolute madness.
So you'd just stand there making sure the kid's shoelaces are tied perfectly while everything else goes to hell. 😬

nimblemarlin80 said:Give me a break. You probably aren't even a Driver, so you’re just talking nonsense.
Speed limits on the interstate exist for a reason. Blasting down the highway at 150 mph is reckless and plain dangerous. You’ve got other drivers out there who physically cannot maintain those kinds of speeds, and when you're flying past them like they're standing still, you're asking for a disaster. It's basic logic.
To be blunt: I’ve been there. My old man was behind the wheel of a Chevy Corsa, trying to overtake three massive semi-trucks at about 100 mph. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some absolute lunatic appears in the rearview mirror, flying at what felt like 130 mph. He didn't just pass us; he materialized. I will never forget those twenty seconds of pure adrenaline. We were halfway past that line of rigs when this guy comes barreling toward us like a maniac, and we’re effectively boxed in. There’s nowhere to go. Seeing him slam on his brakes at that speed looked nothing short of catastrophic. A Corsa isn't built to hit 150, let alone deal with someone driving like they have a death wish. Most cars—and honestly, most drivers—simply aren't capable of handling that kind of insanity.
I honestly have no idea how we managed to pull through to this point.
People driving like maniacs on the interstate—even if they're practically handcuffed to the wheel—are a menace. 🙄 I’d strip his license, impound the car, and throw him straight in jail. There’s no other way to handle it. He had my sister sitting right there in the backseat with her two-month-old baby. Absolute madness.
So you'd just stand there making sure the kid's shoelaces are tied perfectly while everything else goes to hell. 😬

or if he actually made it onto the runway 😁

That guy behind the wheel... he wasn't really driving given how bad the road conditions were. 🙂
I've been a Driver for years.

When visibility is clear and traffic is light, it’s a rare "maybe," but hitting 150 on the highway is illegal.
Then again, some interstates allow much higher speeds.
But let's not get sidetracked here... 🤣
It's beside the point.

God, what a complete mess this community is...

My thread about a nurse with an IUD gets shut down after barely five posts and thirty minutes, yet this absolute nonsense has been dragging on for eight days and over ten pages...

Long live democracy, American style... let the kids run themselves into the ground, just don't you dare touch our precious "moral values."👎

Reopen that thread about the sister with the IUD. Honestly, I’m curious 🙂

Charles Young said:Reopen that thread about the sister with the IUD. Honestly, I’m curious 🙂

I have no idea where to post it. It was in the religion section, but they shut it down first and then wiped it entirely...
I guess the moderators there don't allow anything that looks like an insult to the church, though I've seen all sorts of posts go unpunished...
And this wasn't some attempt at being provocative... it was actually meant for discussion...

mackic@ said:But how can you even talk about something when you clearly have no clue what you're talking about?🙏

Look, I personally don't jump into conversations or pretend to be an expert if I don't know my stuff, so I suggest you don't either. If your stance is that you aren't interested in trying drugs, fine—that's your choice. But don't try to force your opinion on everyone else. Everyone has the freedom to decide what they want to do with their lives, regardless of what you or anyone else thinks.

Besides, who are you to judge people like that?
Just mind your own business.😉

So, let me get this straight: you aren't going to "force your opinion" on your kids while they're growing up by telling them drugs are bad? Instead, you'll just give them "freedom" to decide for themselves?! Honestly, you sound like a textbook case for the Social Security Administration!

Charles Young said:Here we go again with these preachers. I noticed some posts have vanished too 🙂

The whole point of this thread is that this kid has ALREADY DECIDED to use drugs, and he came here asking for advice.
The title says it all: "I'm going to try drugs." Not "should I," but "I am going to."

The real issue with this community is the total lack of practical guidance for someone who has actually made up their mind.
I bet you'd all be just as against handing out clean needles to addicts, wouldn't you?
With these conservative attitudes—I’d even go as far as calling it sheer stupidity—you're just making things worse. Even if you think you're doing it for your own "cause."

And just to be clear, I don't sell drugs in front of schools. I never have, and I never will. I'm not your enemy.
In schools, it's peers and classmates doing the selling, not some shady characters from the outskirts of town.

But when someone asks for advice on something they ARE GOING TO DO, I''t tell them not to do it (because clearly, the decision is made and arguing is pointless). Instead, I tell them how to get through it with the least amount of damage...

The core issue with that first post is that the kid is just incredibly, incredibly, incredibly stupid. Why? I have no idea, but he is.
And as for the "least painful way"... wouldn't the least painful thing be to just stop having those thoughts altogether!?

The thread starter has gone completely silent... I bet they've already tried everything under the sun!

Melissa Perez10 said:The thread starter has gone completely silent... I bet they've already tried everything under the sun!

Honestly, I suspect this is just some troll... reminds me of that guy who started a blog right before Valentine's Day last year. He claimed he’d post every single day until Valentine's Day about the girl who dumped him, and then he'd end it all...

Everyone went wild; he was pulling in hundreds of comments daily, mostly people telling him to hang in there, life is great, she wasn't the one, etc. Even after Valentine's Day passed, he kept getting piles of messages asking where he was or if he actually went through with it... then, total silence.

Melissa Perez10 said:So, let me get this straight: you aren't going to "force your opinion" on your kids while they're growing up by telling them drugs are bad? Instead, you'll just give them "freedom" to decide for themselves?! Honestly, you sound like a textbook case for the Social Security Administration!

Of course they’ll have freedom.

placidranger said:Of course they’ll have freedom.

I started smoking back in 8th grade. My mother was absolutely livid... but obviously, nobody could stop it. I’d walk through the door smelling like an ash tray, get a beating, and then run to the bathroom to light up. Twenty years later, when I was finally quitting, I was actually cursing my mother for not killing the urge in me when I first started. It would have saved me from this whole withdrawal nightmare.
I had a friend who had about 90% more freedom than I did—socially, everything. Her parents didn't even fight her on smoking during high school (which was our number one vice back then). She just quit recently, and she used all that freedom wisely. She actually enjoyed her childhood and her youth. Me? All I had were restrictions. So, at 18, I moved out and started living on my own, much to my parents' horror, and we've been at odds ever since.
Then there's the son of a woman who worked with my mom. He was raised strictly "by the book"—lots of talking, understanding, giving him freedom and respecting his choices. I spent my entire childhood envying him. Fast forward to now: the guy has tried every known drug rehab method under the sun, bounced through every prison in the US... honestly, I don't even know if he's still alive. He robbed his own parents four times. A total inventory—he took everything in that house that wasn't bolted down.

Nobody actually knows how to raise kids. It's a lottery. 🙄

That's why debating "freedom" versus "restrictions" is idiotic. If you're advocating for absolute freedom, then fine—let a 16-year-old get blackout drunk. He wants to, right? If we're talking about freedom, let him destroy his liver or his brain with drugs before he turns 18.
You need to put yourself in the shoes of a parent watching their kid spiral. Then you'll understand the doubt, the fear, and the pure panic... if you actually give a damn about your child.

nimblemarlin80 said:I started smoking back in 8th grade. My mother was absolutely livid... but obviously, nobody could stop it. I’d walk through the door smelling like an ash tray, get a beating, and then run to the bathroom to light up. Twenty years later, when I was finally quitting, I was actually cursing my mother for not killing the urge in me when I first started. It would have saved me from this whole withdrawal nightmare.
I had a friend who had about 90% more freedom than I did—socially, everything. Her parents didn't even fight her on smoking during high school (which was our number one vice back then). She just quit recently, and she used all that freedom wisely. She actually enjoyed her childhood and her youth. Me? All I had were restrictions. So, at 18, I moved out and started living on my own, much to my parents' horror, and we've been at odds ever since.
Then there's the son of a woman who worked with my mom. He was raised strictly "by the book"—lots of talking, understanding, giving him freedom and respecting his choices. I spent my entire childhood envying him. Fast forward to now: the guy has tried every known drug rehab method under the sun, bounced through every prison in the US... honestly, I don't even know if he's still alive. He robbed his own parents four times. A total inventory—he took everything in that house that wasn't bolted down.

Nobody actually knows how to raise kids. It's a lottery. 🙄

That's why debating "freedom" versus "restrictions" is idiotic. If you're advocating for absolute freedom, then fine—let a 16-year-old get blackout drunk. He wants to, right? If we're talking about freedom, let him destroy his liver or his brain with drugs before he turns 18.
You need to put yourself in the shoes of a parent watching their kid spiral. Then you'll understand the doubt, the fear, and the pure panic... if you actually give a damn about your child.

Honestly, smartest thing said in this thread so far!!! 🙏 And look—you used to sneak off to smoke even when you weren't supposed to, right? So what makes you think things will be any different with drugs... and then what...?!?! My take? Let them live, but GENTLY explain that stuff like drugs will absolutely wreck their lives, and they'll just be hurting themselves. I feel like, as a (not yet) parent, it’s fine if they want to smoke or do whatever, as long as they know I'm in their corner no matter what they decide!!! And that I'll try to help if I can!!! A parent is pretty much powerless anyway, isn't that right? Like, we all tried to outsmart our old man back in the day, so I'm sure our kids will do the same to us... and yeah, what do I know... 🙄

nimblemarlin80 said:I started smoking back in 8th grade. My mother was absolutely livid... but obviously, nobody could stop it. I’d walk through the door smelling like an ash tray, get a beating, and then run to the bathroom to light up. Twenty years later, when I was finally quitting, I was actually cursing my mother for not killing the urge in me when I first started. It would have saved me from this whole withdrawal nightmare.
I had a friend who had about 90% more freedom than I did—socially, everything. Her parents didn't even fight her on smoking during high school (which was our number one vice back then). She just quit recently, and she used all that freedom wisely. She actually enjoyed her childhood and her youth. Me? All I had were restrictions. So, at 18, I moved out and started living on my own, much to my parents' horror, and we've been at odds ever since.
Then there's the son of a woman who worked with my mom. He was raised strictly "by the book"—lots of talking, understanding, giving him freedom and respecting his choices. I spent my entire childhood envying him. Fast forward to now: the guy has tried every known drug rehab method under the sun, bounced through every prison in the US... honestly, I don't even know if he's still alive. He robbed his own parents four times. A total inventory—he took everything in that house that wasn't bolted down.

Nobody actually knows how to raise kids. It's a lottery. 🙄

That's why debating "freedom" versus "restrictions" is idiotic. If you're advocating for absolute freedom, then fine—let a 16-year-old get blackout drunk. He wants to, right? If we're talking about freedom, let him destroy his liver or his brain with drugs before he turns 18.
You need to put yourself in the shoes of a parent watching their kid spiral. Then you'll understand the doubt, the fear, and the pure panic... if you actually give a damn about your child.

That’s the truth. It's exactly why some of us decide to opt out entirely. 😈

nimblemarlin80 said:I started smoking back in 8th grade. My mother was absolutely livid... but obviously, nobody could stop it. I’d walk through the door smelling like an ash tray, get a beating, and then run to the bathroom to light up. Twenty years later, when I was finally quitting, I was actually cursing my mother for not killing the urge in me when I first started. It would have saved me from this whole withdrawal nightmare.
I had a friend who had about 90% more freedom than I did—socially, everything. Her parents didn't even fight her on smoking during high school (which was our number one vice back then). She just quit recently, and she used all that freedom wisely. She actually enjoyed her childhood and her youth. Me? All I had were restrictions. So, at 18, I moved out and started living on my own, much to my parents' horror, and we've been at odds ever since.
Then there's the son of a woman who worked with my mom. He was raised strictly "by the book"—lots of talking, understanding, giving him freedom and respecting his choices. I spent my entire childhood envying him. Fast forward to now: the guy has tried every known drug rehab method under the sun, bounced through every prison in the US... honestly, I don't even know if he's still alive. He robbed his own parents four times. A total inventory—he took everything in that house that wasn't bolted down.

Nobody actually knows how to raise kids. It's a lottery. 🙄

That's why debating "freedom" versus "restrictions" is idiotic. If you're advocating for absolute freedom, then fine—let a 16-year-old get blackout drunk. He wants to, right? If we're talking about freedom, let him destroy his liver or his brain with drugs before he turns 18.
You need to put yourself in the shoes of a parent watching their kid spiral. Then you'll understand the doubt, the fear, and the pure panic... if you actually give a damn about your child.

I don't see why anyone would find it foolish to discuss parenting—especially when we're talking about critical issues like drug use. It’s necessary.
I don't have any firsthand experience with parenting—yet—but looking back at my own upbringing, my brother, my sister, and even my circle of friends, the patterns are obvious. You see exactly how much damage an extreme pendulum swing can do. Being overly strict or giving way to total freedom at certain stages of life creates its own set of issues. Overdoing it is always problematic—it's a recipe for disaster—but picking your battles is key. It’s just not worth causing a massive scene over the small stuff.

I’m with Jaqen on this one.

nimblemarlin80 said:I started smoking back in 8th grade. My mother was absolutely livid... but obviously, nobody could stop it. I’d walk through the door smelling like an ash tray, get a beating, and then run to the bathroom to light up. Twenty years later, when I was finally quitting, I was actually cursing my mother for not killing the urge in me when I first started. It would have saved me from this whole withdrawal nightmare.
I had a friend who had about 90% more freedom than I did—socially, everything. Her parents didn't even fight her on smoking during high school (which was our number one vice back then). She just quit recently, and she used all that freedom wisely. She actually enjoyed her childhood and her youth. Me? All I had were restrictions. So, at 18, I moved out and started living on my own, much to my parents' horror, and we've been at odds ever since.
Then there's the son of a woman who worked with my mom. He was raised strictly "by the book"—lots of talking, understanding, giving him freedom and respecting his choices. I spent my entire childhood envying him. Fast forward to now: the guy has tried every known drug rehab method under the sun, bounced through every prison in the US... honestly, I don't even know if he's still alive. He robbed his own parents four times. A total inventory—he took everything in that house that wasn't bolted down.

Nobody actually knows how to raise kids. It's a lottery. 🙄

That's why debating "freedom" versus "restrictions" is idiotic. If you're advocating for absolute freedom, then fine—let a 16-year-old get blackout drunk. He wants to, right? If we're talking about freedom, let him destroy his liver or his brain with drugs before he turns 18.
You need to put yourself in the shoes of a parent watching their kid spiral. Then you'll understand the doubt, the fear, and the pure panic... if you actually give a damn about your child.

Regardless, there is no way I would just "freely" let my child do drugs!

Melissa Perez10 said:Regardless, there is no way I would just "freely" let my child do drugs!

Well, obviously you wouldn't. The age of majority isn't some arbitrary number pulled out of thin air. In the States, we have 18, and I don't think the legal drinking age of 21 was set without reason either. Once someone starts living on their own, that's a different story—even if a parent cares enough to look out for them for life.
My oldest smokes weed occasionally, and at this point, there isn't much I can do about it... he's an adult, finishing up his degree soon and all that... but I never miss a chance to remind him that, eventually, his brain is going to turn into mush. 😠

Larry Wells2 said:So, I'm writing this because I'm planning on trying drugs for the first time. I'm 17 and a junior in high school. Just a heads-up: don't bother trying to talk me out of it, because I'm going to do this regardless of whatever stupid comments you leave. I guess I've just reached a point where I feel like I've done everything else and I want to try something new. To be clear, I haven't even touched weed yet. I have zero interest in smoking that. But all my friends are into speed now, and now this other friend is pushing us to try cocaine. Money isn't the issue. I'm just stuck on what to actually go with, so I wanted to hear about your experiences. What's the best way to get a real high without being a total zombie for 24 hours? I'm thinking about doing something Saturday night so that by maybe 2 or 3 in the morning on Sunday, I'm somewhat functional, though I still want the experience to actually hit.

Don't get mad at me, seventeen... saying you've "tried everything"—I'm a little older than you and I'm pretty sure I haven't tried everything.
I've never used drugs, though I've been around crowds where people were using them like candy. I never tried them simply out of principle; it just gets under my skin when everyone else is doing it and I'm always the one standing against it.
I really don't get why you're so desperate to try this, especially since there's so much information out there today about how bad drugs are.
It honestly makes no sense to me why you'd want to hurt yourself like this. I just don't get it.
And I see you're being a bit selfish here too—have you thought about what happens if you get hooked? You aren't considering the pain you'll cause the people closest to you. I had a relative who was an addict, so I know exactly the kind of suffering everyone around them goes through, not to mention what they go through themselves.
Just think a little harder before you go off "exploring" things you've never touched.

I don't have the patience to wade through this entire thread; did the kid end up trying the drugs or what? I want to know his take on it. 😬