With all this around me, you’d think I’d have used it too…only, I didn’t. Ok, I did get drunk once during my sophomore year, and tipsy another time, but that was it. I realized it wasn’t worth acting stupid or feeling like I was going to puke, and thus ended my drinking career. Not a bad decision, IMO. If drinking only made us obnoxious, drugs made my friends really dumb: I watched friends at a party stumbling around hallucinating on mushrooms, taking medications not prescribed to them (which could have had serious, or fatal, consequences), my cousin become addicted to speed. My stoner boyfriend became a bore. One of my best friends snorted coke with a hundred-dollar bill at a party and thought I’d somehow be impressed when she told me later (notsomuch), and I even had a friend my senior year who was injecting heroin.
The thing is: people who were high annoyed me. I’d be lying if I said I was never tempted, and I’d also be lying if I said part of my reason for not partaking was simply because I was afraid of getting caught. But seeing my friends high and doing dumb things, stumbling around unable to identify photos of each other, unmotivated to do anything, and ingesting substances that they couldn’t possibly identify (what was that LSD, speed, or ecstasy cut with? You’ll never know, and it could be poisonous. Saying this from facts, guys, not myths)–that wasn’t appealing.
Killing brain cells didn’t seem like a good idea, and sometimes that meant not hanging out with my friends, because it was lonely and alienating when everyone was getting high and I wasn’t, even more so than staying at home on Saturday night. And none of my friends ever had a good reason when I asked why they were using and sacrificing their health, certainly not enough to change my mind.People have asked if I regret not doing drugs in high school. I don’t. I’m a high-strung person, and that was another one of the reasons I didn’t use; a potential ten hours of extreme paranoia (marijuana causes that too, you know)? No thanks. I liked that I could remember everything, it was nice to not regret making out with someone gross because I was high, I never dealt with feeling crummy coming down from drugs on Sundays, never wasted money on junk that would only make me dumb. My parents trusted me coming home at 2am because they knew I wasn’t getting into trouble, and I’m sure my body appreciated that I wasn’t ingesting sketchy stuff. Uncool? Maybe. No regrets? DEFINITELY.
Have you ever felt pressured to do drugs? Are you ever the only sober one at a party? Do you have friends who stay sober? Tell us in the comments!