My parents did a lot of drugs around me growing up but always lied about them. They were sharing "cigarettes," snorting nasal medicine, the little mirrors were for applying makeup, and they went into the bathroom with groups of their friends for long periods of time for protection. My weekend sporting events always culminated in a huge rager at one of the coach's houses (where at some point late in the night the head coach's wife would lick my eyeballs, Bert would put slugs up his nose to sneeze them out in front of us kids, and I'd wind up locked in a closet as the youngest teammate). [...]
So many. I was really worried at first and I wasn't sure if it was going to be temporary or forever, but I consider it one of the best things I have ever done. I didn't like the person I was online, I didn't consider that me. But eventually you are your actions no matter how much that truth hurts or you fight it. The personal introspection aspects of it was reason enough to be glad I did it. Other than that, the endless breaking news cycle combined with overall anger and hate did not do play well with me mentally. I keep joking with @k00b that I would love to see a stacker.olds that only shows the top posts after 3 days would be really interesting to me. That way I don't get sucked into the latest, breaking news knee jerk reactions. [...]
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