Not to be a maoist but alcohol is bad and you shouldn’t drink it. Weed is fine. It’s nice. No one ever drowns in their own blood from weed. Alcohol though I have seen a few
Cheers I’ll drink to that
No one ever drowns in their own blood from weed, but lung cancer is a bitch
I used to love weed, but now it gives me anxiety/panic attacks. Alcohol is pretty much the only drug I can enjoy anymore. Unfortunately for me, I’ve gone a little overboard at some parties lately. Nothing that has impacted my life, but enough that I feel like I took it too far. I don’t want to be straight-edge :(
If it has to be a depressant drug then you are in a rough spot. Alcohol is just so very convient. I don’t actually like weed myself, it just doesn’t suit my temperament. I have had good experiences with a medium dose of mushrooms. Not enough to get proper high but a little bit less will get you drunk. More than microdosing. It is a dumb plan I can’t in good conscious recommend to anyone though.
Thanks anyway. I did a bunch of acid and shrooms in my teens/early 20s. I can’t handle psychedelics anymore either. I have toyed around a little with microdosing and minidosing shrooms in the past few years, but it’s been a mixed experience. I really quite enjoy opiates, but obtaining them is a hassle plus nobody believes you when you say you enjoy them casually lol. One day I’ll grow my own poppies and keep a quart of laudanum on hand.
Hell yeah, classic opium style. I had a buddy that got some real opium one time. It was super chill in ways that don’t hold up historically. I can see that
Boomers and their alcohol, iconic duo.
It started back when they were incessant burdens, and their parents soothed them with brandy.
Wild that was a home remedy for a tooth ache in kids for a long time. Setting them up for a life of alcoholism.
In a pinch, brandy and a dollop of honey works as cough syrup if it’s the early 80s, your family lives in the sticks, and the nearest drug store is an hour away uphill both ways in the snow
Just don’t be surprised when your stash of bizarrely potent booze that could probably double as industrial solvents ends up exacerbating a house fire. RIP, grandpa’s stash of imported hooch.
I heard it referred to as “Hush water”
That is actually a reasonable use. An occasional strong dose to release pain and promote sleep. You just really can’t do it that often and still have it work well for that.
That or maybe they kept accidentally drinking anti-freeze.
Hey now plenty of millennials like their booze too. Myself included.
tag yourself. I am “men now”
Dog piss soaked “past due” bill.
I’m incessant burdens.
now that we’re in a new Gilded Age we’re getting a new Temperance Movement to go with it
That dog is cool as hell
Kelly nails it with the Nagging Harpies.
What can I say? Dudes rock.
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I don’t really drink, but a generous explanation might be the “edge” of living under capitalism. Sometimes religion is the opiate of the masses, sometimes it’s alcohol. And sometimes it’s just opiates
addiction is a motherfucker; once you’re trained, and the initial training can be completely accidental or out of your hands in a tangible way, sobriety is something that requires discipline to maintain, the reward parts of your brain want more. ex smokers want the anxiety relief, alcoholics want to exist in that state because they feel more themselves in it now. It’s especially hard if your addiction is socially acceptable. Alcoholics and nicotine addicts have to stare at their addictions every time they shop, go to a gas station, and in quite a lot of social situations. and quite often the brain, especially for the first few years, loves to invent reasons to relapse on sight/perception of the favored drug use, and logic and “good sense” are present all the way up to the point of use, telling you not to and it’s happening anyway because addictions circumvent the rational. It’s seriously just pure will for a while, and most people just do not have that in sufficient quantity.
the specific rationale will be different for everyone with the problem, but “taking the edge off” is implicate in the problem; their brain is screeching that they’re not okay, not normal, and [thing] would fix it. That’s all it is. It’s sad. It really sucks to be around addicts of any type who are not in control, but… I really don’t think of it as excuse - that person sincerely believes they need it and their brain is fully complicit in an unconscious and overpowering way.
