Letter to a bunch of fucking idiots...
Feb. 6th, 2006 11:20 amDear Potheads at the BDO,
I know. Smoking joints in a crowd at a concert is SO rock and roll. Seriously. It's up there with your sweaty t-shirt, sweaty hair, studded black belt, fucked up jeans and steel-capped boots. Congratulations. You're a fucking rebel.
But why... WHY do you have to do it in a mosh-pit situation? Where I can't BREATHE anyway, so I have no choice but to suck in the tainted smoke-filled air? I chose NOT to smoke pot anymore, but you took that choice away from me and anyone else standing around. Sure, most of them would have loved the bonus of getting a little titted whilst watching Iggy, but I most certainly did not.
Then you - the jerk that couldn't stop lighting up when we were watching the White Stripes. I understand why you needed to smoke. They were playing terribly and after Iggy, they were a bit of a disappointment. But dude - how long was the joint you were smoking?! I swear, I kept getting gusts of pot smoke for a solid twenty minutes! Even my sister was getting a little fuzzy.
And of course, the upshot of your selfishness is that I woke up in the morning with halluciantion dreams (I usually dream clear and unmuddled situations where I can make conscious decisions. Last night I had kaleidoscopes and zoning out stupidly) and crashing depression I had NO reason to be feeling. I felt AWFUL and I hadn't ingested a single THING to make me feel that way! I'm pissed off!
I make a choice and you fuckers negate it entirely. THANK you! NO really. Here, here's a pill. It'll make your brains melt out your ears and you'll want to die. Then you'll know how I feel during/after being stoned.
Yours,
Nancy.
I know. Smoking joints in a crowd at a concert is SO rock and roll. Seriously. It's up there with your sweaty t-shirt, sweaty hair, studded black belt, fucked up jeans and steel-capped boots. Congratulations. You're a fucking rebel.
But why... WHY do you have to do it in a mosh-pit situation? Where I can't BREATHE anyway, so I have no choice but to suck in the tainted smoke-filled air? I chose NOT to smoke pot anymore, but you took that choice away from me and anyone else standing around. Sure, most of them would have loved the bonus of getting a little titted whilst watching Iggy, but I most certainly did not.
Then you - the jerk that couldn't stop lighting up when we were watching the White Stripes. I understand why you needed to smoke. They were playing terribly and after Iggy, they were a bit of a disappointment. But dude - how long was the joint you were smoking?! I swear, I kept getting gusts of pot smoke for a solid twenty minutes! Even my sister was getting a little fuzzy.
And of course, the upshot of your selfishness is that I woke up in the morning with halluciantion dreams (I usually dream clear and unmuddled situations where I can make conscious decisions. Last night I had kaleidoscopes and zoning out stupidly) and crashing depression I had NO reason to be feeling. I felt AWFUL and I hadn't ingested a single THING to make me feel that way! I'm pissed off!
I make a choice and you fuckers negate it entirely. THANK you! NO really. Here, here's a pill. It'll make your brains melt out your ears and you'll want to die. Then you'll know how I feel during/after being stoned.
Yours,
Nancy.
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Date: 2006-02-06 05:27 am (UTC)It's so goddamn rude.
I feel the same way about ANY kind of smoking, not just pot.
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Date: 2006-02-06 05:35 am (UTC)Pot smoke takes me out for an entire day. Thanks to those fuckers, I'm so dizzy and ill that I can't go to school. I keep getting panics and I'm fighting for my energy and usual daily enthusiasm for my favourite activities. I may as well have taken a toke at this rate. And I didn't even feel that high! It's all hitting me today. And this whole experience? Makes me SO. PISSED. OFF!
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Date: 2006-02-06 01:27 pm (UTC)That's horrible that you have those hallucinogenic dreams, too! That's some scary shit :-( Oy...
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