Druggie see Druggie do...

Recently, I've been catching family members with drugs. Class A and Class C... and despite a classification of lesser severity for one, I am still worried. It's a struggle for me to maintain a level of normalcy in everyday life as it is, but what if I was high? Arguably, I might be the truest form of me - and arguably, the reason why we conform is to hide the truth, which is moreoften considered ugly than pleasant.

But what if I was high - Class A high, so high that I didn't know what i'd taken and took more and more... Would I overdose? Would I be alone and have my mother (probably my mother, as she's most likely to look for me) find me there? On the floor? In my bed? Overdosed? Would I die immediately? Would I feel physical hurt from the overdose? Would I care? No. I wouldn't care, i'd be high... I'd be above... I'd be on top... risking all of me for a mountain peak view.

Arguably it is wonderful to be free from the burden of social conventions, conformations, all the - ion's and -ism's that we consume and perpetuate but I can't imagine not caring.... and druggies abandon care and caring. It's selfish to hurt your body, knowing that your body, mind, soul is not exclusively your own. You belong to people: To families, to friends, to people you haven't met yet... you belong to me. You hurt me. I'm uselessly devoting tears to you... but just like monkeys....druggie see, druggie do.