The thin line you draw… and snort

What if all virtues and abstractions were suddenly tangible objects / services?

Gavin D'souza
Aug 22, 2017 · 3 min read

Truth would be a premium service. Lies, a discounted item sold usually in bulk, simply because you buy them outright anyway. Virginity sold to the first impressive bidder and innocence an obsoletion like archaic G.I Joe action figures.

Worry would be like this utilities bill with no amount mentioned as such, but instead with just a question: what price are you really willing to pay?

Would you rather face it with the high-priced capsule of courage or the generic alternative of heroin blended with a free dose of cowardice?

Teen Drug addiction is an extension of this “Worry is a utilities bill” mindset. There is this uncanny aura around you when you are living the Teen Life. “But you are a child,” is something that would fucking seethe your innards, driving you off the logical edge and make you take a plunge into insanity yelling, “YOLO.” Reckless and forever prepped up, you get jumpy over things like a backward glance of your crush at school. A D- grade at Sociology. Parental deadlines that don’t make sense to you because the night is meant to be out in the wild, right?
No? But that’s what pop culture tells us!

You also start feeling alone then. When parents or any parental figure tries to provide consolations in the form of, “it’ll get better,” or “it’s a phase and it will pass,” it clearly does not help much. You are then “left with no much choice” then to fall in the seemingly-loving embrace of, yes, drugs. Drugs don’t make excuses like, “No time for your BS,” or it doesn’t behave rude with you by saying, “Will you ever stop being such a wuss?” Drugs take you in just like that. Whole and Soul, baby. No questions asked. No obligations. No taking out the trash after the pep talk.

Just push the syringe and tighten the tourniquet.

Yeah, a stellar depiction of drug intake. Also, a clip from the days when Jared Leto was bearable onscreen.

Do drugs? Do not do drugs?

Not something I am eligible to tell you simply because it is a matter of free will, right? The merits and demerits are out there and you know it. I assume that if you are smart enough to read this article, you’d be smart enough to make the right life choice.

“But Gavin, what are you implying here?”

Nothing. Really, nothing.

Well, this is not to tell you to do something or to not do something. This is just to sensitize you regarding an issue that’s out there, oppressing folks akin to us.

I’d agree I may have spliffed a couple of times too. But those are things I did because I knew why I was doing it and not because my peers told me to “try” or chant “YOLO” in my ears. I did because I wanted to, knowing its implications. Considering the after-effects and mentally embracing the consequences that may occur, followed by a sense of responsibility that I, in all my senses, am signing up for this and if anyone is to be blamed, it is not my depression, not my upbringing, not my peers or the pressure they exude, but me.

Knowing where the thin line is, is hard to say when it comes to drugs because the evil of addiction forever looms over like some foreboding shadow. How much is too much? Can’t really put a finger on that. Changes from person to person.

What you have to remember is that once you enter this, there are chances of you never making it back. So you gotta tread carefully. There are better ways to deal with depression, you know? Plainly talking to someone is the best and would not cost you a goddamned dime. But once you enter the wonderland down this bunny hole, who knows if you’d make it back. Risking things to that level of improbability is dangerous and danger is what lures the boiling blood in you, doesn’t it?

But just like the most truthful facts of life are also the most banal, the age old adage still holds water. Say no to drugs.

*unless it’s your good ole mate Mj then… (or whatever your take on this is)

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Gavin D'souza

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The causalities of life from yet another banal, ass-scratching, mindless, potty-mouthed wannabe, who might just blow your mind sometimes. Sometimes.

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