I’m one of those people who will stick with something for a long time if I’ve decided I like it. I’ll go full-tilt, over-the-top obsessive with it too a lot of the time. Straight up fucking gluttony, and drugs are no exception to this. Having said that though I think that part of the reason I’ve never been in danger of the ‘addict mentality’ is… I also have a tendency to get bored. After a few years smoking pot almost every day I got sick of it. Tired of being high.
So I stopped smoking it. When people asked if I had quit my answer was generally “no”.
“Over it” was the phrase I used most, and in retrospect it was oh so perfect.
That’s not to say I won’t smoke weed now or that I haven’t since then, but honestly I just got bored with it. It’s still in my list of fun things to do, along with snorting lines and drinking, but only when I have the time, the inclination, and the money for it. And preferably with lots of other people to do crazy shit with, adding to the fun, but that part I can take or leave. I also don’t have to get out of control to enjoy the shit out of an altered state of mind.
I love drugs. Cocaine is my favorite, drinking is a sliver above pot, and I’m perfectly willing to explore other substances. Ecstasy would be a new experience for me, and so would shrooms. The only ones I wouldn’t touch are heroine and meth. They fuck you up to fast, to undeniably, to be worth any exploration. Their costs just don’t justify any possible recreation to be had from doing them.
Yet, regardless of my ability to roll with the worst of drug fiends, whether for a night or for a binge, I don’t need to do them at all. Even drugs get boring. Sins and indulgences are fun, fun, fun in my opinion. But each and every pleasure gets to familiar to be good enough for me. None of them are forever, and the lasting ones still require a break every now and then. Otherwise it’s just the same shit every day, which is kind of at odds with why they’re fun in the first place.