I Want It (483 hits)
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Submitted by <Man Goo> (View user info) at 2004-09-21 00:56:22 EDT
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"Fuck you!" I scream, and there are tears running down her face before
she even turns to run to the refuge of her bedroom.
I leave.
Who the fuck does she think she is anyway? Telling me I have a
'problem'. I'll tell you what my problem is: it's people thinking they
know what's best for me. People who think that their way of life is
somehow better than mine and insist on trying to show me. Like somehow a
regular job and a white picket fence makes their life better than mine.
Walking through the alley that leaves my home I notice it's a little
cool out and put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. I'd go back
for something warmer but I don't want to run into her again. Besides,
I'm not going that far.
I'm a junkie.
All I want is to feel 'good' (no words can adequately describe the
feeling so 'good' will have to do). I don't hurt anybody, I keep to
myself and still I get hassled for simply being high.
I find my friend where he's usually to be found. He knows why I'm here
and is ready with my little bundle of joy by the time I cross the
street. We talk about everyday things for a few minutes while our
wordless transaction takes place. I say my farewell and head back to my
happy home.
Have you ever been in my shoes? No? Then who are you (or anyone else) to
say that the stereotypical fucking Brady Bunch family portrait is any
better than my way of life? I stay out of your life, why can't you
simply return the favor?
Who are the lawmakers of the land to impose their views onto me? I don't
tell them what to do, why can't I expect the same. Are they somehow
magically bestowed with these higher moral powers of judgment upon being
elected/appointed to whatever position they hold? Yet because of them I
can't enjoy drug of choice in peace. I'm an adult, it should be my
choice if I'm not hurting anybody else.
It's all quiet by the time I get back to my sanctuary. She's either
asleep or into her own little world of peace on whatever she had hidden
away. Either way works for me right now, so I settle in and begin to
prepare my own little taste.
Most people can't understand my choice. Most people want the 'ideal'
life they've been spoon-fed since they were children watching the
picturesque sitcom families. Most people never question why they want
it. Most people aren't happy, either, and have no idea why since they
have everything the recipe called for: house, car, spouse, children,
full-time comfortable job. But then again, most people go through life
never questioning things and just doing what they're supposed to.
Most people are too afraid to rock the boat, potentially at the cost of
their own happiness.
Let me try to explain why I do what I do:
Have you ever been so high that you couldn't think? Ever had such an
overwhelming feeling of 'good' that there is no room in your mind left
for simple thoughts such as self and surroundings? Hours of pure ecstasy
unbroken by the mundane things of everyday. An escape so perfect that
you never wanted to return.
I have.
And it's all I want.
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