You aren't planning to go down that purported path any time soon. (side note: what happened to simple english or whatever the hell you were going to speak? Your post has 66 words to say 'I can't imagine abusing drugs'.) Unfortunately, life doesn't always work out that way. 19 months ago I got creamed by a black-out drunk 19-year-old driving his mom's FJ Cruiser without insurance, doing about 95mph into my back end on the freeway while I was doing 65mph. It is nothing short of miraculous that my girlfriend and I walked out of the car, but both of us were physically trashed. I am still taking painkillers on top of cortisone injections into my spine, and at 27 am a candidate for spinal fusion, if only I had some insurance. I am addicted to opiates because of it. I dream of the day when I don't depend on them to function from the moment I wake up. I have also halved my use of them with medical cannabis, usually eaten. So am I some low-life junky?
Depends on whether you use this as an excuse for having a shitty life and why others should feel sorry for you. Since this is the first I see you post about it, I guess not? Though you're still quite a hell of an immature ahole though.
I am not trying to garner sympathy at all, and even at the worst of it, I have never called my life shitty. Everything has always tumbled into my lap from a silver (well, copper) platter. This was just a curve-ball that snuck it's way in there, and though there are times when I just want to curl up and cry, the fact that I walked out of that car brings a smile to my face every time I think of that little 2000 Honda Civic, sitting there in the middle of I5, half the size it was when I got in. There are a lot of ways it could have gone worse, and precious few ways it could have gone better.
It sucks gimping around at 27, but it beats the pants off rolling around.
The only reason I even bring it up is because an external factor brought about my dependence on opiates. I am not in an alleyway slamming horse, I am medicating so I can get through my day. Doesn't change the fact of the matter.
Do I really come off as an immature a-hole? I know I have given you some shit, but malice is never my intent. I use another forum where it is strictly business, and everyone thinks I am an ass there because no one knows when I am joking. I fucking hate emoticons....except for 8==>...
Heh. You're trying to apply your perception to mine? Interesting.
I don't understand your point here...What does a factual series of events have to do with my perception of them? I am sure that my experiences have influenced my writing style and thus my portrayal of the event, but I don't see the relevance.