Drug addicts/People who use drugs are probably the last marginalized social category that itās totally OK to treat like shit. Thereās a movement to promote drug usersā humanity and advocate for our civil rights (things like safe injection sites, safe supply, ending the War on Drugs), which is still in its very early infancy; if youāre interested, a good place to start is looking up the Vancouver Area Network of Drug Users (VANDU), and its associated org, the Drug Usersā Liberation Front (DULF). āHarm reductionā is a keyword thatās heavily associated with our movement.
Itās a rare sight, a drug addict (in āactive addictionā) speaking for themselves and for their community (yes, community). Iām not ashamed of my drug use. I have never scammed anyone for drugs. I have never stolen from anyone. And in contrast to how jaded this world leaves most of us who do dope in the shadows, I have met the closest friends and the most awesome people Iāve met in my entire life since I started doing drugs. Iām going to rehab soon (I guess), but I donāt intend to leave this world behind all the way. These are my friends. These are my people. o7
Anywaysā¦
Yeah ask me anything. Some questions I may respectfully pass on because of reasons.
Iām calling the rehab place tomorrow, technically today, btw.
This made me smile. I hardly hear any positive feedback about my feelings for them. And I love talking about them; when things remind me of them, like the grocery store we used to go to together, I get heart-wrenchingly sad, but when I tell a story about them or about their favorite candy or whatever it makes me legit happy.
Idk what to say though, about them. Ask me something I guess? I wish I could tell you their name. It makes my heart flutter when I just think of their name. And itās a cool name.
Theyāre so tragically beautiful. Part of what makes me so fucking sad is how much of them will always be a mystery.
What about them do you love?
Anything completely mundane about them that just gets your heart filled up?
They shoplift a lot and for some reason I find it so adorable. One time I pulled up at their spot just as they were getting home from Loweās. They were taking a fuck ton of brackets out of their jacket pockets; I said āYou boosted those didnāt you,ā and they just casually said, āIām not paying for that shit.ā
They once stole a carton of eggs, after commenting on how cheap they were, because this was when the price of eggs was skyrocketing for a minute. Later on they told someone āI only paid $3.50 for a carton of eggs,ā and I just had to snark. I shouldāve doubled down when they replied with something like āWell you know what I meanā but I was too twacked out to be like āNo, I donāt.ā
They got mad when I told them how many times Iāve been banned from Reddit.
Thanks a lot for sharing this person with us. No wonder you love them so, they sound very warm and comforting to be around
They think that Iām just āanotherā person whoās gotten obsessed with them. Theyāre really hot so a lot of weird dudes get weird on them but it isnāt just that.
Idk why but people fucking fall in love with me all the time. Like people find me really endearing and sweet and shit. It doesnāt come out so much online where I feel comfortable being more like my piece of shit self, but it still happens.
The same thing happens with them. People just fucking love them so often.
And it seems too like weāre both just as often misunderstood, and hated. Theyāre always telling me about some new drama going on in their life. Another friend whoās turned on them. Another story of someone who was awful and mean to them.
I get accused of shit I didnāt do and nobody will fucking believe me when I deny it. And some people are just so pointlessly mean to me, and bully me.
I think weāre both misunderstood, a lot. It feels too good to be true, like I canāt possibly not just be tweaking here, but Iāve always felt like we had something in common, that I canāt describe and that Iāve never seen in anyone else; itās the reason Iāve always been so detached and alone, and I canāt help but see little things that make me think they might feel the same way.
I was about to add: they have this amazing silliness to them; they say things like āgolly goshā and āwell fuck me sideways with a rake.ā They do that thing where they š¶ siiing š¶ a random word sometimes, and theyāll say things like āthat sounds like something you should talk about wiiiith a therapist.ā
I forgot about how thatās something I really love about them because I do things like that too.
They have a cat who sits on their shoulder when they go out. People gawk at them and they told me how when people point and say āYou have a cat on your shoulder!,ā they sometimes react like AAAAAUGH GET IT OFF ME.
They love movies; they see a movie in theaters literally almost every day. And theyāre obsessed with Legend of Zelda. They love stickers. They collect tiny spoons, and when I told them I got them a tiny spoon their reaction was like, this adorable happy child-like āYAAAaaayyYYyy.ā
I canāt tell if I broke their heart by lying to them, or if theyāre just tired of my insane bullshit. Itās hard to believe they would justā¦hate me like they seem to.
Iāll never, ever fucking forget them though.
They love cartoons/animation. And stickers. And tiny spoons. Hereās a fucking drug dealer whoās been addicted to heroin since they were 18, who goes YAAAAAY when you bring them some cute little thing they like.
Also, all the things I miss about them are just so mundane. Sitting with them in their car, going grocery shopping. Part of why I started going nuts was because I hated how I didnāt get to see this person hardly ever. I didnāt need to see them every day, I just wished they were an organic part of my life, like if they still lived in the same neighborhood I do.
One of the things I love about them feels a littleā¦wrong. Their life story, what I know of it anyways, is tragic but beautiful at the same time. Iāve never been so interested in someone, like that. Iāve cried thinking of what happened to them as a kid; they were āsent awayā to a place for ātroubled teensā when they were 16. I look at their old Facebook photos and I feel something I donāt know how to describe. I wish I knew them like anyone else in their life. All I have are a handful of memories that I hold tightly onto, like episodes of a show that was canceled too soon.
One time when we had only just met the last time we saw eachother, they invited me along on an errand and we parked in this empty parking lot at night because they wanted to do a shot. They showed me videos on YouTube instead. And then they fell asleep while āWelcome to the Internetā by Bo Burnham played on their phone. I always thought that meany they felt comfortable around me. I canāt remember exactly but I think later that night before I left they gave me a hug.
They abruptly decided to quit smoking meth one day, and itās funny how their behavior changed. Before that, they were the one person I knew who did meth and wasnāt batshit crazy, but they still occasionally glitched and did something weird, like randomly saying something about being psychically linked to their cat, or casting a protection spell or something I canāt fucking remember on their truck.
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