>>780
One time there was a teenager who kept posting on message boards about what drugs he was doing, so I sent all the posts to his parents. Good times.
Walking down the street past the seedier shopping centre my wife says "hey shall we get some salvia?" because she's never tried it and I'd told her about my previous fun experiences with it. Excited I said yeah great let's go and we went in and went to the head shop and as I look around i notice she's gone into the other side of the partitioned shop so I lean over to call her over but as I do the shop owner comes over and asks if i need any help so I panic and just ask for 60x salvia and leave again and we go for the bus and get home, excited to go into the salvia dimension again but this time to share it with my darling. I ask if she'd like to go first and tell her the proper way to smoke it and what to expect and she's like "I'm not an idiot" okay well alright here you go, and she starts coughing so i get her some water and then she's all "Now you've made me grumpy" and I'm like why what did i do "JUST FUCK OFF" and starts watching her TV programmes on my laptop so I pull the cable out of it and put some music and on and she flips out screaming turn your fucking shit music off "not until you apologise" i say and she starts throwing things at me and lunging at me and pulls the plug from my computer so i kick her off the bed and put the bedsheets and covers and mattress on top of her and tell her to shut up and she starts crying and i'm like i hope you're crying because you feel bad for being horrible to me and she says she is so i give her a cuddle and we make up then we start playing the playstation, i want to smoke some myself but it doesn't feel like the right atmosphere and in the middle of playing she suddenly says "I better do the dishes! so she leaves and i put some psytrance on and smoke myself, but just as i start to trip she comes through and starts talking to me and cuddling me and it ruins my trip. So I try again a bit later and it's not as good as previous experiences but I still turned into the waterwheel from a 1920s paddle steamer, then I played some more playstation with her helping her beat the hard bosses, why did >>781 assume i'm a teenager, just because I use drugs? i haven't been a teenager for a long time, in fact it wasn't till the end of my teens that I found better living through chemicals, that i changed from a depressed stay-at-home loner to a charming popular non-virgin haha, he's probably a prude who thinks drugs are bad, this is probably past 144 words now, though maybe it's more of a blog post than a stream-of-consciousness but then aren't all blogs like that? arf arf
>>783
It happened a few years ago. I was on the bus on the way to school, and I suddenly realised how small everything was. I'm nothing but a tiny speck in a huge and amazing world.
From that point onwards, I never looked at life the same way, and honestly feel I've matured a lot from that one event. It became my goal to leave a lasting impression in this world. That was when I ceased being a child and began my life as an adult.
>>783
I'm a lazy-ass slob, a NEET, a hikikomori. I recently severed all social contacts with the outside world. How did I get here?
Well, in school I was a very polite, nice and shy kid who never skipped a lesson, who was doing everything he told to do. These properties didn't help with establishing relationships with other angsty prepubescent teens, but they didn't hurt much either. I wasn't bullied. Teachers and parents adored me. Girls probably too because I was cute and never harassed them. We were all together partly since elementary school, partly since middle school. Though as puberty kicked in we became less united, we basically established 3-4 people circles. I was rather successful, aspiring young man who wanted to study "something that has to do with programming".
Don't worry, help is here! It's the least I can do after stealing your post.
I was touched deeply by your story, >>785-san. The melancholic tone really left an impact. I can sympathise with you easily, and have almost ended up down the same path myself several times. But if I may ask, don't you treasure the experiences? Sure, they may not have been constructive, but they certainally make a grand tale. My advice would be to figure out what it is you want to do for the rest of your life, and once you have discovered that, start planning how you will get there. I wish you luck!