Cool, you once thought; but actually rubbish
Discussion
Chaps, growing up has several side effects, one of which is realising that some of the things that you thought were so good are actually (and in the following example, actually always were) completely rubbish. What cringeworthy/worthless tat/activities did you indulge in - where remembering them now makes you want to crawl into a corner and die of embarrassment; or at the very least give your younger self a firm dose of hindsight (preferably via a boot to the ar5e)?
Mine:
Cannabis! Spent 4 years smoking the loco hash weed, but probably only about six months of that was pleasurable. The rest was just sitting there in various states of confusion and paranoia, unable to move without thinking that everybody would think I was a weirdo; unable to get up and go to ythe loo because I knew that I couldn't walk. Collapsing on floors, crawling to bed, head buzzing with every regret and failure that I'd ever committed or imagined. Lungs and lips blazing from blowbacks and bongs, every day spent in a lumbering dream, trying to grasp at converstaions as they flowed passed me. Luckily, somehow, managing to do some work and get a good degree - but thanking my lucky stars that I did, every time I smoked one, and then later paranoically imagining scenarios where I got kicked out of uni, was disowned by my parents and ending up as some sort of grand failure - before lighting up another spliff.
The same thing all the time, the same people wandering around saying the same things as you. Laughter suddenly ending in a roomful of terror. Sitting in the lounge, ears burning with embarrasment for no reason at all, and the TV pumping out fuel for the fire of awkwardness. Also - people becoming idiots. Watching in dismay as the girl that you've had a crush on becomes obssesed with saying the same word over an over again. White outs, freak outs, pass outs. Having to be friendly to dealers who you can't stand, stay for a smoke? Nice one mate, got any blues? Got any roach material? As the night wears on, you can't even remember what you said five seconds ago, spliffs fall apart, clothes are ruined. Have one when you come back from the pub and vomit.
Saying that, on a warm summer day, with an ice cold beer, you sometimes get the odd 'wouldn't mind one' moment. But then you remember: you're standing on your back porch in the middle of the night, smashing your playstation with a hammer because it scared you, and the rose fades to a grey-green horror.
Rubbish. Wish I hadn't bothered, frankly.
You?
Mine:
Cannabis! Spent 4 years smoking the loco hash weed, but probably only about six months of that was pleasurable. The rest was just sitting there in various states of confusion and paranoia, unable to move without thinking that everybody would think I was a weirdo; unable to get up and go to ythe loo because I knew that I couldn't walk. Collapsing on floors, crawling to bed, head buzzing with every regret and failure that I'd ever committed or imagined. Lungs and lips blazing from blowbacks and bongs, every day spent in a lumbering dream, trying to grasp at converstaions as they flowed passed me. Luckily, somehow, managing to do some work and get a good degree - but thanking my lucky stars that I did, every time I smoked one, and then later paranoically imagining scenarios where I got kicked out of uni, was disowned by my parents and ending up as some sort of grand failure - before lighting up another spliff.
The same thing all the time, the same people wandering around saying the same things as you. Laughter suddenly ending in a roomful of terror. Sitting in the lounge, ears burning with embarrasment for no reason at all, and the TV pumping out fuel for the fire of awkwardness. Also - people becoming idiots. Watching in dismay as the girl that you've had a crush on becomes obssesed with saying the same word over an over again. White outs, freak outs, pass outs. Having to be friendly to dealers who you can't stand, stay for a smoke? Nice one mate, got any blues? Got any roach material? As the night wears on, you can't even remember what you said five seconds ago, spliffs fall apart, clothes are ruined. Have one when you come back from the pub and vomit.
Saying that, on a warm summer day, with an ice cold beer, you sometimes get the odd 'wouldn't mind one' moment. But then you remember: you're standing on your back porch in the middle of the night, smashing your playstation with a hammer because it scared you, and the rose fades to a grey-green horror.
Rubbish. Wish I hadn't bothered, frankly.
You?
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