Crystal Meths or not?

At least he went out blazing. At least his short life was spent living. I’d rather that than spend my puff not doing things out of fear, cowering away and feeling safe like some shell of a human being. Lesser human beings?

Huh, what does that even mean? Of course no one would choose to live a life of fear…it often leads them to doing drugs. Just like no one would choose to live a life of drug addiction, and the shocking mundanity of looking only to the next fix.

How can not experiencing something make you more? Riddle me that. I’m supposed to be freeborn Briton with a bit of derring-do. Drinking, drug taking, mountain climbing, motor racing, fighting, horse riding, footballing, sailing, adventuring, womanising, policeman hat knocking offing. If you see what I mean, that is.

Yes, I know exactly what you are trying to say. We can get more out of life if we will only take a risk, now and again. I couldn’t agree more that many of us might feel more alive by delving into areas that are beyond our comfort zone. But, just how uncomfortable do things have to become before they are weighted the other way? I also don’t think it makes a case for drug-addiction; which is, after all, what the thread is talking about.

The point is, none of these things are safe. Not even necessarily recommended. But they are a laugh and they are constructive. If you don’t think so, don’t ever post in the arts forum again. In fact, go to your ceedee collection, take out all the good ones and bin them. You can keep the shite. I can guarantee it was written and performed by soulless, non drug-taking chumps. They’re all probably still alive, as well. Mouldering away somewhere.

Uhm, bullshyt.

Drugs are dangerous and that’s an integral part of why they’re a good thing.

Sniffing gasoline is dangerous, too. Some of the young people who live in Canada’s North have succumbed to this addiction. I don’t think anyone, not one single person would qualify this “drug,” as a good thing. And it is a drug, as it is a substance that is ingested to get stoned, and is highly addictive.

They expand horizons in a genuine manner. Open up knew avenues in all sorts of unexpected and delightful ways.

Some can, most don’t. I’ve done enough of them in the past to know. Any kind of enlightenment is usually short-lived, repetitive, and self-indulgent.

There’s bound to be casualties. There is danger, though, in anything worthwhile. How many artists or philosophers have gone mad just from their contemplations? Yet you’d think picking up a brush or a pen would be safe.

I fail to see how the danger of drugs is aligned with the contemplations of artists and philosophers.

Not if you want to be good.

It’s a good thing Bach didn’t know about this drug taking thing, otherwise he might have blown our brains out, literally, upon listening to his music.

Stephen

@stephen1 wrote:

At least he went out blazing. At least his short life was spent living. I’d rather that than spend my puff not doing things out of fear, cowering away and feeling safe like some shell of a human being. Lesser human beings?

Huh, what does that even mean? Of course no one would choose to live a life of fear…it often leads them to doing drugs. Just like no one would choose to live a life of drug addiction, and the shocking mundanity of looking only to the next fix.

How can not experiencing something make you more? Riddle me that. I’m supposed to be freeborn Briton with a bit of derring-do. Drinking, drug taking, mountain climbing, motor racing, fighting, horse riding, footballing, sailing, adventuring, womanising, policeman hat knocking offing. If you see what I mean, that is.

Yes, I know exactly what you are trying to say. We can get more out of life if we will only take a risk, now and again. I couldn’t agree more that many of us might feel more alive by delving into areas that are beyond our comfort zone. But, just how uncomfortable do things have to become before they are weighted the other way? I also don’t think it makes a case for drug-addiction; which is, after all, what the thread is talking about.

The point is, none of these things are safe. Not even necessarily recommended. But they are a laugh and they are constructive. If you don’t think so, don’t ever post in the arts forum again. In fact, go to your ceedee collection, take out all the good ones and bin them. You can keep the shite. I can guarantee it was written and performed by soulless, non drug-taking chumps. They’re all probably still alive, as well. Mouldering away somewhere.

Uhm, bullshyt.

Drugs are dangerous and that’s an integral part of why they’re a good thing.

Sniffing gasoline is dangerous, too. Some of the young people who live in Canada’s North have succumbed to this addiction. I don’t think anyone, not one single person would qualify this “drug,” as a good thing. And it is a drug, as it is a substance that is ingested to get stoned, and is highly addictive.

They expand horizons in a genuine manner. Open up knew avenues in all sorts of unexpected and delightful ways.

Some can, most don’t. I’ve done enough of them in the past to know. Any kind of enlightenment is usually short-lived, repetitive, and self-indulgent.

There’s bound to be casualties. There is danger, though, in anything worthwhile. How many artists or philosophers have gone mad just from their contemplations? Yet you’d think picking up a brush or a pen would be safe.

I fail to see how the danger of drugs is aligned with the contemplations of artists and philosophers.

Not if you want to be good.

It’s a good thing Bach didn’t know about this drug taking thing, otherwise he might have blown our brains out, literally, upon listening to his music.

Stephen

Beautifully countered, Stephen. =D>

Yeh your right it’s either that or no heart at all

But by reaching for that something extra they’re making it harder for themselves. I get the mickey taken out of me for being a non drinker and that’s fine.

What you don’t know is that another big reason why I don’t drink is cos I know I could very easily get addicted to it, that could easily become my ‘something extra’ that I reach for. I choose not to, it’s called self control.

And before anyone tries to be critical because of Amy’s circumstances, you know sod all about mine so you’re in no position to.

Fair enough, we’re all different. But if that’s the case then why are we even bothering to talk about it when the answer is staring us in the face?

what like smoking