I need to vent....

[Spyder]

Method Wrote:yeah, smoke n pills seem to be the lest harmful...and the least fattening

Those were my thoughts exactly. I still have a bottle of muscle relaxers from when I tore my quadricep, that shit gets me feeling loose. Made the mistake of going to the gym on them one day...NEVER do that...I almost needed someone to help get 135lbs off of my chest.

I refused the help out of principle. lol

Romulus9 Wrote:I think I might be the only person here that doesn't have a drug or alcohol history.

Not trying to get up on a soapbox, just stating it for posterity.


Of course, I do have stress-related migraines and an ulcer, too.

JONdaCON Wrote:

Fitz Wrote:Smoking most definitely does have effects on you, but it really depends on the personality or the mindset you are in when smoking.

I was smoking a lot when I wasn't in the right frame of mind. Over years, you get more depressed, I isolated myself and become less and less social.
I finally got my shit together and in a good place now. I still smoke, but it's much different now when I am high on life.

I think yes and no, but on the wrong person, smoking can have a dramatic effect. The scary part about it is, you don't realise it has effected you until a few years later.

Damn bro I feel you.. I'm in that isolation faze right now... It didn't bother before because I was in school and always Mr. Popular. Now that I'm out and working its kinda like, work 9-5, go home and relax for a bit, clean myself up and head to a buddys to put a few in the air before calling it a night... It does get depressing but I don't really go out too much as ide only hit the clubs and bars to essentially start problems... For whatever reason I would picc random fights to "see if I still had IT" as I was never a competitive boxer (in the sense of tryin to go pro) not uncompetitive at winning. I'm a sore loser and Hate not being good at something.

I'm done smoking to just get high, I want to smoke again to stop myself from becoming homicidal. That little voice in my head that tell's me to not slam that guys face through the fucking table keeps getting quieter and quieter.