How I Got Into Drugs
I was 15 years old, a straight-A (90+%) student at a French private school in a dull suburban neighbourhood. I would even consider myself a really good Christian at the time, with seven years of bible camp under my belt. Bible camp doesn’t really reflect what a good Christian I was actually. It was more a place for misfit kids whose parents are trying to set straight (spoiler: some of them dealt drugs). Anyways, I was kind of popular in the sense that I got along with everyone better than fine. My brother was a smart and well-known graduating student at the school, so teachers loved me. He was a good brother too; his friends would come up to me and tell me how highly he thinks of me. Brother of the year award jokes were often tossed around. All in all, a good life (well, my parents used to beat me, but that’s a pretty normal thing if you don’t go to a private school in a rich suburban neighbourhood).
‘Tragedy’ hits my family. We find out that my mom had been cheating on my dad for years with this creep we used to see at church. My parents separate, living about 30 minutes away from each other. My brother and I decide to split up in attempt to keep the family together. It turned out to be a lot more difficult to handle than I imagined.
I started to hate everything: my mom for cheating on my dad, both my parents for separating my brother and me, my friends for having the most ridiculous and superficial issues, and myself for being a pussy and not telling anyone how I felt. My grades were also dropping because a lot of my books and schoolwork was at my mom’s while I was staying with my dad at my aunt’s. I stopped going to church and started doubting religion and god since I felt like it was all some kind of front to hide what a terrible person you were. I started seeking out the friends I made in camp. I wasn’t ‘straight edge’ or whatever, but I didn’t do drugs at the time despite having been offered before. But then I thought, ‘fuck it’. It’s not like anyone will notice.
I started smoking pot every morning before going to school. Believe it or not, but it made me more academically productive. Although, it made me unsociable, I guess. I started alienating people, and isolating myself because they were all driving me insane. Year after year, I smoked more and more, even trying hard drugs when I’d get the chance. I’ve had three different dealers, two of them are a couple who moved to a place about three hours away. I only have two joints left, so I have to find a new dealer.
By the way, it all worked out in the end. The family ended up back together for a few years. Now, my parents live together, and I live with my brother at his condo. My life is so painfully uninteresting that I’ve resorted to posting my past instead.
