[quote]t3h_Squirr3l wrote:
Besides, I don’t act like a moron when whacking off.
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Dude, you maniacally rub your penis while staring, unblinking, at millions of pixels on a computer screen, periodically swiveling your head 180 degrees just to make sure Mother Dearest doesn’t walk into the computer room to see how your “homework” is going (other hand on the alt+tab keys, of course)…you shoot your load into the sock you were wearing on your foot no more than 30 seconds before because you realized you forgot tissues and you don’t wanna run around the house with your pants around you ankels and a fully pitched tent, so now it’s 3 in the afternoon, you’re down a pair of socks AND 10 minutes of your life, paranoia sets in that you didn’t properly erase all the files on your computer (did I accidentally click ‘yes’ to set XXX to my homepage?!? oh, god…) so you start sweating bullets and hyperventilating when your mom or dad hops online…
There’s really nothing glorious about masturbation, my friend.
[quote]t3h_Squirr3l wrote:
But I want you to, like Derek said, pull the shit you do while high. You wouldn’t do it.
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"I smoked weed, and nobody died. I didn’t get into a car accident, I didn’t OD on heroine the next day. Nothing happened. We sat on Pete’s couch for eleven hours. You know what’s gonna happen on Pete’s couch? Nothing. You have a better shot at dying out there in the real world: driving hard to the rim, going ice skating with a girl. Nah, if you wanna stay alive, you go over to Pete’s and sit on his couch 'til you’re 86, safest thing in the world…me, I’ll take my chances in the real world.
Call me reckless."
-An Above the Influence commercial about a kid who got “high”. Granted, it’s not as glamorous as you’d think, and it certainly doesn’t make for good news, but at the time it always seems like a great ieda.
The laughable fact is, you are pretty much the “Above the Influence” committee’s sloppy wet dream (maybe you can give them your other sock). Not only do you NOT like drugs, but you harbor creepy, disturbing thoughts about those who DO.
And, for the love of God, don’t bust out the “drug users just wanna escape” mentality…I didn’t do it to ESCAPE, I did it because IT WAS FUN.
Great councelling, by the way. Nothing like a 19 year old Jack the Ripper (oh, wait, you’ll be 20 soon, my bad…) spouting off random self-help cliches to put things into perspective for an abused kid. “Well, Timmy, I know that Daddy used to smack you around with his belt every night then rape your Mom in front of you, but don’t fret, 'cause I’ve found you a new Daddy: you can call him the Lion, and together, the two of you can have some Father-Son bonding while trying to find a pair of ba…um, some courage.”
It’s the same deal as with the drugs…if you’ve never been abused before, or have been educated to deal with people who have, you have NO IDEA what it’s like (find me ONE shrink who tells his abused patients to “just grow up”), so don’t go Dr. Phil on our asses and make it seem so easy to get over.
I’ll stop now; I don’t want to turn this into a chapter book. But, God…way to make an argument. I’m just torn over what to do: side with Freddy Kreuger or watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force and eat macaroni from a big green bowl for a few hours.
Decisions, decisions…