So…I’ve been wanting to post something since Tuesday of last week and I haven’t really had the time to go on my laptop but I have time now…
So on July 5th, I went to the Botanical Gardens for both of my classes and I was complaining about how I had to be there all day. Then came 1PM and it was time for my next class and this nice guy comes up to me and says we should travel the gardens together and work on our assignment. I honestly didn’t expect much from this guy because from what he’s told me, he was a former pot user and went to his Chinese class high before a test so he can ace it with no problem. Also and the fact that he’s an art major I thought that this guy wouldn’t be so important. It’s bad that I’m still stereotypical, but he’s proven to me that I shouldn’t.
So we were working on our assignment and we sat down and chatted then we got into the topic of drugs and sex.
This guy inspired me. Him, as a former pot user, truly learned how to deal with his life the hard way. I wish I could be like him.
So about drugs and sex, he told me about his turning point in his life. Then he told me that the life he was living before, was like “being on a spaceship.” Sounds dumb but he said when you’re out in space you travel outside, then you see drugs and sex, you get sidetracked and forget your own path. You have to travel through the obstacles without being distracted because once you go back on your path, you’re just back from where you started from.
The life of a drug dealer is not amazing. Life is just the same. They just think life is amazing because they’re blinded by all of the money they get from the business of selling drugs. Sure you get a lot of money but you have to keep up getting the pot, which is also easy if you have a card, but you also have to deal it to other people, and people have friends, so they tell their friends, and friends tell more friends, and soon it’s like a web of connections. So what happens once that drug is gone. You’re back on life again, back in the spaceship, back on track. This drug detour was merely an illusion that your life was perfect because you had all the money and you could buy whatever the fuck you want. Money doesn’t buy you happiness. I knew that but I’ve always thought the life of a drug dealer was glorious and trashy because I like trashy things sadly.
Same with sex, being a player/whore, fooling around, etc. It’s being on a spaceship. You find someone “easy” “vulnerable” and “perfect” for you. You decide to mess around with one, two, three, or countless guys/girls. Is that the life you really want? A life where you’re on a spaceship, constantly distracted by pleasure, instead of going back to your path.
“A player will tell you what you want and you’ll think that you’re in love. Never trust the words of a cheater. I believe in the phrase once a cheater, always a cheater.”
So you fool around with girls/guys. Sleep with them, tell them what they want to hear, make them feel like they’re loved. Make them feel significant. Then you get a phone call from one of the other people you’ve fooled around with, there’s an annoying pesky person waiting for your “velvety smooth words to please their hormones.” But as a player/whore, you ignore the call and make rounds with other people because that’s the life of a player/whore. They don’t give a fuck about feelings because they just carry on their deed to get their needs done and over with.
So it’s the spaceship analogy again. You fool around with people and then realize you don’t want to fool around anymore. Where are you now. You’re back on track at your own path that you were trying to pave with no benefits. Life seems terrible, right? Nope. Life is just the same as it is. It’s just an illusion that life is great with all of the pleasures you thought you once had.
The problem with people is that they have no self-control. I almost lost myself in the past. Lost all self control I guess? Wanted to try drugs and have sex, but something stopped me. Not gonna say what because you have to figure that answer out on your own. This isn’t really shocking coming out of me. I’m kinda happy I realized that sooner. Life is just full of better things. Sex and drugs isn’t the answer to happiness.
People with no self control abuse drugs and sex and anything else they can get their hands on and get that brief moment of happiness. My question is does it last. In the long run, in the future, it won’t last. Truth hurts.
Anyways, this was just a tidbit of what made me think more about things. The other things that have been occurring in my life lately don’t really affect me that much and aren’t worth mentioning. Only Jenniboo knows I think. It’s what we talked about in the car ride home and other things. Because this was very significant to me…this is going to be my last Tumblr post.
Honestly I’ll just kreep around~ I enjoy asking anonymous questions anyways. Enjoy the rest of your summers and stay cool.