Bottles and Baggies
March 8th, 2005 by Mark
It’s hard for me to write in my blog about really anything when there is a topic that I feel that I have to write about but I can’t get the words right. This is as close as I’ve gotten:
Happiness doesn’t come from bottles and baggies, and if you think it does then fuck you – you’re not worth my time. I don’t give a shit if you don’t understand me.
I guess that’s a little aggressive, but I need to vent this out somewhere. I’m so tired of explaining myself. Yeah, I don’t drink and I do it on purpose. Yeah, I had fun in college without passing out on my bathroom floor. No, I don’t care how fucked up you were that one time. No, I don’t want to deal with your drunk ass, why don’t you take care of yourself? If you want to drink, that’s fine with me, just don’t fucking drool on my shirt or puke in my car. And really, don’t try and convince me to drink, ’cause it’s not gonna happen any time soon. I don’t feel like I’m missing out on a thing. Happiness doesn’t come from bottles and baggies, and if you think it does then fuck you – you’re not worth my time. I don’t give a shit if you don’t understand me.
This overdose of anger has been brought to you by Mark Drago®.
I knew you had a post on this in you, and frankly I’m just happy you finally posted anything at all. We both know that I support your decision to guide your life close to freedom from chemicals of all sorts, however often you lambaste me for bringing up the concept in favor or lampoon. I can hardly say that I’d place higher value on your decisions than I do on my own or others’, but only because of a quandary of ethics. Staving off the uncertainty, I’d say that so long as you’re satisfied with your decisions, then they may well be the right ones for you. In realizing the contrapositive, nothing short of ameliorative action should suffice. Failing this, I’d refer the perpetrator to your colorful philippic, rich with the imagery of felonious inebriation and pointed with your restated denouement of self-righteousness.
First I just want to thank you for forcing me to use a dictionary while reading your comments. Ameliorative? WTF? Yeah – I went off the deep end a little bit again. I just really don’t like explaining myself because I can’t explain myself well enough to suffice. Now, it’s not that I don’t have reasons that are good enough, just that I don’t have reasons that are good enough for whomever is asking. I can’t explain it to the point that it satisfies the inquisitor because they have already made the opposite decision on their own. Whenever I try to explain this it comes out like I’m insulting the other person. Not because I’m actually being insulting, just because I’m telling them that given the same premise I made the opposite decision that they did. I haven’t endured any abusive parenting resulting from alcohol, and I have never been beaten about the head with a beer bottle or anything like that. So, I don’t have any outside circumstances that are influencing my decision. I don’t want it to think like I’m anti-drinker. I’m not. I am anti-loud-obnoxious-assholes and I am anti-blatant-disregard-for-others and I am anti-do-anything-for-booze. I am pro-master-of-faculties-at-all-times and I am pro-responsible-adult-at-all-times, etc. Now, obviously I don’t think that drinking automatically results in what I said above, but that does seem to be the goal sometimes, especially with people my age and younger. I just don’t get it. I wish it wasn’t so weird for me not to drink. You would think that not drinking would be the normal thing. I dunno. I’m tired of thinking about this.
I agree. I hate the idiots that just drink to get drunk. I really don’t understand how some people spend the whole week planing “how they will get drunk” over the weekend. Oh, if it is not apparent, I do not drink.
Drinking is bad. Click my name to find out why.