I think this is the dawn of where we’re at in society.
“I prefer uppers not downers” was said to me by someone close to an overdose. She was taking pain killers, Xanax and Valium.
I literally prefer uppers so haven’t ever taken those 3 amigos together at once.
I’ve broken bones and pain killers were obviously necessary.
My shrink is well informed of my drinking so the rest are out of the picture.
“My doctor loves me. He gives me all these things”
Yea he helped your addiction and is making money.
She says she’s never done street drugs.
This is your addiction and privilege reasoning with you.
This is you telling yourself you don’t have a real problem because the good doctor gave them to you.
Not the dope man on the corner.
If your fantasy land was reality you would know the “dope man on the corner” is just some dude selling drugs for whatever reason.
You would know you have a dope man. You just call him Doctor.
“They help my anxiety”
What’s the first rule of bullshit?
Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.
What are we teaching our children?
What did we learn from our parents?
Who are we?
Walking Gemini 