Marriage and the Power of Divorce
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moonarchia
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Was going to knock you about meat and sex, but I looked it up on wiki instead. Noone I knew in high school thought it had anything to do with meat or sex. I never did get into drugs or alcohol. Tried drinking a bit when I hit 21, learned I can't get drunk, never really sought out drugs, though I might someday. I do want to try some of that mary jane stuff.
Onoes
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Hahha, yeah, because apparently at 18 I didn't know everything, go figure.
I can give the rundown though.
No one in my family drank or did drugs barring two people, an uncle who was a drunk and ended up shooting his wife and then killing an entire family of 5 in an auto accident while fleeing police drunk, and a grandmother who smoked like a chimney and ended up dragging an oxygen tank around with her until she died. So, when I was in school and a DARE officer came in I was 100% on board. I was told the police were our friends and everything they said was true, and I completely bought into all of it.
In high school when friends started drinking and I passed I was given shit, which sucked, but I was convinced I was right. One of my friends got in an accident at 16 while so drunk he had to be hospitalized, all just further reinforcing my beliefs.
At 17 I passed on some alcohol at a punk show, and a cute girl said "Ohh you're straight edge, that's cool!" and I had no idea what she was talking about. I looked into it after I got home and while there were certainly different viewpoints, the main concept was not altering your conciseness through drugs or alcohol, which was something I was totally on board with. So, I start just telling people I'm straight edge when offered anything, and suddenly instead of being made fun of, I'm being patted on the back and praised. "I could never do that dude, mad respect." and the like. At 17, that was a pretty great turn around. There were even a couple of hook ups with girls that stemmed from it for some reason. I don't know if it was the small town mentality of "This is something that sounds popular somewhere, so it must be cool." or if it's just that all teenagers are stupid generally, but yeah, reinforced more and more.
At 18, myself and 2 friends went to all get tattoo's. I got the straight edge tat on my back, one friend got the Operation Ivy logo on his arm, and the other got the Real Big Fish logo on his shoulder. Dumb kids being dumb.
At 19 I kicked a room mate out of my apartment because I found a bottle of Vodka hidden in a drawer. I was hardcore about it.
At 20 I went to visit a friend who had gone to college in Flagstaff on a full scholarship, only to find he had dropped out of college and was selling weed full time, as well as being a heavy user. Talking to him was like talking to a brain damaged person. I was supposed to spend the weekend, I left after an hour. I remember tearing up on the drive home, thinking he had ruined his life and was permanently disabled. (He's 100% fine by the way, he was apparently just high as fuck that day, he's also an IT Director now)
Keep in mind, all this time I'm working full time and going to school full time, so I'm not really exposed to people outside of my video game friends or concert friends, as those were pretty much the only things I did in my free time.
At 22 I moved to Colorado Springs, a college town, where some old friends were working and I had secured a job. I basically arrived with the $80 in my pocket and everything I owned in a u-haul. Turns out my friends were all giant potheads, and no one ever thought to tell me. I had no option but to live with them for a bit, and did. And over the weeks, and months, I gradually started changing my viewpoint to "This doesn't seem to be a big deal at all... why is this even illegal?". By this age I had also had several encounters with the law, I had been the victim of a crime a few time's, to which they were no help. I had also been stopped by the police several times when I was doing nothing wrong, and been searched, had my vehicle searched, just generally hassled. On top of this, despite me being nothing but personable, they were always huge dicks, every single time. Every encounter with a cop reminded me of dealing with a bully in school.
Basically, the thing that happens to most people in their late teens, where they start questioning everything... yeah, I was a late bloomer.
I didn't have my first drink until I was 26, and I got wasted. 17 shots at the Double Down in Vegas with friends. Woke up the next day going "Why didn't I do that sooner? I've totally been missing out. Last night was so much fun. VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT."
In my late 20's I thought I would try smoking pot. I tried it 3 times over the course of a couple years, and it never seemed to really do anything other than make my throat hurt like a bitch for a couple of days. I just didn't feel anything. A few years ago I tried eating a pot cookie, because I thought for sure that would work, and again, I was just annoyed and bummed as I felt nothing while everyone else was talking about how high they were. I cracked open a beer thinking I would at least get buzzed or something, and by the time I had about half of one beer I could barely stand up, was slurring my words, and basically felt incredubly drunk. I went to bed, and woke up the next day to run to the bathroom and take the worst shit of my life. Kind of soured myself to that as well.
Maybe 3 years ago I tried Salvia with two friends, and I had an amazing 10 minutes. Both of them were terrified and hated it. I would totally do that again, although I haven't up to now.
On our trip, my girlfriend did try an edible on our last day, though I passed. She felt great for 2-3 hours, then started feeling really ill. At the 5 hour mark she was vomiting like crazy, and finally passed out. She woke up feeling like a million bucks the next day, but speculated the edible must have been way to strong for her.
Anyway, yes I have a dumb tattoo, we can argue they are all dumb, but no, I'm not straight edge anymore. I drink socially, am not opposed to drugs in general, eat meat, and do the sex as much as possible.
This has been a boring Onoes story without hookers, blow, or any kind of debauchery. You asked for it!
I can give the rundown though.
No one in my family drank or did drugs barring two people, an uncle who was a drunk and ended up shooting his wife and then killing an entire family of 5 in an auto accident while fleeing police drunk, and a grandmother who smoked like a chimney and ended up dragging an oxygen tank around with her until she died. So, when I was in school and a DARE officer came in I was 100% on board. I was told the police were our friends and everything they said was true, and I completely bought into all of it.
In high school when friends started drinking and I passed I was given shit, which sucked, but I was convinced I was right. One of my friends got in an accident at 16 while so drunk he had to be hospitalized, all just further reinforcing my beliefs.
At 17 I passed on some alcohol at a punk show, and a cute girl said "Ohh you're straight edge, that's cool!" and I had no idea what she was talking about. I looked into it after I got home and while there were certainly different viewpoints, the main concept was not altering your conciseness through drugs or alcohol, which was something I was totally on board with. So, I start just telling people I'm straight edge when offered anything, and suddenly instead of being made fun of, I'm being patted on the back and praised. "I could never do that dude, mad respect." and the like. At 17, that was a pretty great turn around. There were even a couple of hook ups with girls that stemmed from it for some reason. I don't know if it was the small town mentality of "This is something that sounds popular somewhere, so it must be cool." or if it's just that all teenagers are stupid generally, but yeah, reinforced more and more.
At 18, myself and 2 friends went to all get tattoo's. I got the straight edge tat on my back, one friend got the Operation Ivy logo on his arm, and the other got the Real Big Fish logo on his shoulder. Dumb kids being dumb.
At 19 I kicked a room mate out of my apartment because I found a bottle of Vodka hidden in a drawer. I was hardcore about it.
At 20 I went to visit a friend who had gone to college in Flagstaff on a full scholarship, only to find he had dropped out of college and was selling weed full time, as well as being a heavy user. Talking to him was like talking to a brain damaged person. I was supposed to spend the weekend, I left after an hour. I remember tearing up on the drive home, thinking he had ruined his life and was permanently disabled. (He's 100% fine by the way, he was apparently just high as fuck that day, he's also an IT Director now)
Keep in mind, all this time I'm working full time and going to school full time, so I'm not really exposed to people outside of my video game friends or concert friends, as those were pretty much the only things I did in my free time.
At 22 I moved to Colorado Springs, a college town, where some old friends were working and I had secured a job. I basically arrived with the $80 in my pocket and everything I owned in a u-haul. Turns out my friends were all giant potheads, and no one ever thought to tell me. I had no option but to live with them for a bit, and did. And over the weeks, and months, I gradually started changing my viewpoint to "This doesn't seem to be a big deal at all... why is this even illegal?". By this age I had also had several encounters with the law, I had been the victim of a crime a few time's, to which they were no help. I had also been stopped by the police several times when I was doing nothing wrong, and been searched, had my vehicle searched, just generally hassled. On top of this, despite me being nothing but personable, they were always huge dicks, every single time. Every encounter with a cop reminded me of dealing with a bully in school.
Basically, the thing that happens to most people in their late teens, where they start questioning everything... yeah, I was a late bloomer.
I didn't have my first drink until I was 26, and I got wasted. 17 shots at the Double Down in Vegas with friends. Woke up the next day going "Why didn't I do that sooner? I've totally been missing out. Last night was so much fun. VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT."
In my late 20's I thought I would try smoking pot. I tried it 3 times over the course of a couple years, and it never seemed to really do anything other than make my throat hurt like a bitch for a couple of days. I just didn't feel anything. A few years ago I tried eating a pot cookie, because I thought for sure that would work, and again, I was just annoyed and bummed as I felt nothing while everyone else was talking about how high they were. I cracked open a beer thinking I would at least get buzzed or something, and by the time I had about half of one beer I could barely stand up, was slurring my words, and basically felt incredubly drunk. I went to bed, and woke up the next day to run to the bathroom and take the worst shit of my life. Kind of soured myself to that as well.
Maybe 3 years ago I tried Salvia with two friends, and I had an amazing 10 minutes. Both of them were terrified and hated it. I would totally do that again, although I haven't up to now.
On our trip, my girlfriend did try an edible on our last day, though I passed. She felt great for 2-3 hours, then started feeling really ill. At the 5 hour mark she was vomiting like crazy, and finally passed out. She woke up feeling like a million bucks the next day, but speculated the edible must have been way to strong for her.
Anyway, yes I have a dumb tattoo, we can argue they are all dumb, but no, I'm not straight edge anymore. I drink socially, am not opposed to drugs in general, eat meat, and do the sex as much as possible.
This has been a boring Onoes story without hookers, blow, or any kind of debauchery. You asked for it!
Noodleface
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The way the tattoo was initially presented I thought it was perhaps a stamp of pride, now I see otherwise.
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It's called an adult conversation, and I enjoyed it. 8/10. Would read again.This has been a boring Onoes story without hookers, blow, or any kind of debauchery. You asked for it!
Khane
Got something right about marriage
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This is the grown up forum Dirk. Are you insinuating not every conversation that takes place here is adult?
If you are an adult (over age 18) then any conversation is an adult conversation. Therefore we almost always have adult conversations here, even if they are childish.
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Yes. Yes I am. And I love it.
I know a woman who had a tattoo of her boyfriend's name tattooed across her tits. I know this because 1. it's visible when she wears anything that isn't a turtle neck, and 2. she was very pleased to lift her shirt and show everyone anytime someone inquired after it (she's very small chested, and never wears a bra, apparently). She and the guy broke up roughly 3 weeks after the tattoos.
Some people should never be considered adults.
Hoss
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I'm more straight edge than the straight edge.
The peer pressure never bothered me in HS. My dad let me have drinks of his beer starting at like age 10. When I got to HS and was offered beer, I already knew beer tasted like shit and told them so.
The peer pressure never bothered me in HS. My dad let me have drinks of his beer starting at like age 10. When I got to HS and was offered beer, I already knew beer tasted like shit and told them so.
Noodleface
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Onoes I just gotta know though.
When you go to shows do you put the X's on the back of your hands? Also do you wear a backpack and carry vintage vinyl LPs to sell/trade to the merch guy?
When you go to shows do you put the X's on the back of your hands? Also do you wear a backpack and carry vintage vinyl LPs to sell/trade to the merch guy?
Same no peer pressure in high school. It is a pretty easy when you have no friends.