The Square Post

Call me square. I've never experimented with illegal drugs (alcohol is legal, eh hem). For someone who has a tendency to be naturally hyper the idea of adding more speed into my life was never particularly attractive. And given that I have the oddest dreams and one of the most over-active imaginations of my acquaintances the idea of hallucinating is not terribly novel, either. As for being mellow - that's just not me. I can do that mellowness thing when I'm older. The main problem I have with the idea of substance abuse etc. is that it is doing something to my body without me really knowing what. The second problem is I am bananas anyway.

A friend of mine has recently taken to calling me after having a line of You-Know-What.
"Hello J-A, howareyoudoing? IhadfourcocktailslastnightandIgotsodrunkyouwon'tbelieveit," he says. Talking with someone who is still high is a very disconcerting experience - usually, I'm the one with verbal diarrhoea.
"Yes," I say, not quite sure where it fits into the conversation. I wish I could slap him back down to Earth, but since my supernatural powers haven't developed to that extent (although I can magically burn cookie dough) I say something instead.
"Hey, H., have you done it again?" I ask. One thing I have found is that the person is so busy being high he/she is usually quite honest about these things.
"WellafterthedrinksatthebarwewenttoC'splaceandhehadthisstuffsoyesItrieditoutbutonlyalittlebit," he says without hesitation.
"OK. Your friend C. is quite hardcore, eh?" I say.
"YesIthinkso," he says.
"H., just you know take it easy, huh? I think it's quite easy to become hardcore about these things," I say, carefully. Although he's high, he may not be stupid.
"OhyesIwilltakecare," he says. There's something so unbearable about this conversation, I feel like throwing up.
"Listen H., I have to go. I'll talk to you later," I say.
"Butaren'twegoingtomeetuplaterfordinner? Wehavesomecelebratingtodo," he says.
"I'll call you in the afternoon, OK?" I say. When you're sober.

Damn that substance to hell. I feel like I should call H.'s parents but at the same time, this little hobby of his is a relatively new development - I've known him for a while now and really, it's just him getting a bit excited and over-curious. In my heart I don't think he'll become an addict, but my brain says I don't know enough about these things to be sure. Why do you have to experiment with these things, H.? Just leave it, my friend. Just don't do it. I like you much better when we can have proper conversations.