Yesterday at lunch, drug talk came up. I’m not gonna lie. I’m not super expereinced in that department. Not first hand, at least. I don’t discourage it, I don’t care much about doing them. (I mean, we talked mushrooms, heroin (no one first hand), cocaine (no one first hand), pot, other random things)
There were stories of “one time in high school…” and “this one time we were all in a field…” Yeah, they’re funny stories. I do like hearing them. I don’t contribute much in lunch discussions anyway, so I wasn’t contributing much yesterday either. I laughed along at appropriate times.
V sat across from me and said, “So, _____,” she raised and eyebrow. “Have you?”
I was kinda taken aback. I thought to myself, “really? really is this being asked of me?”
I said, “what?” and kinda repeated the question at hand (keep in mind I’m keeping this tame in case names and details get out to the real world)
I said, “Yeah,” kinda in a “yeah? really is this being asked?” kind of way.
It was just so weird. I think I even said something like, “What? Am I one of the cool kids now because I have?” Seriously, I haven’t been in a situation like that in YEARS.
February 12, 2009 at 12:34 am |
Nauseating. Sounds like a bunch of amateurs to me.