No, that’s wrong. Alcohol is a depressant. Cocaine is a stimulant. The depressant actually does counteract the effects of the stimulant. What is bad is when the cocaine wears off, the alcohol hits you. If you’re using cocaine regularly throughout the night, it is very difficult to get drunk at all. There are not that many cases of sudden death occurring after supposedly one small line, because you’ve never heard of it happening to anyone you know, nor have I, and I’ll bet nobody on here will know someone who died like that either. If anyone knows anyone who had a heart attack using coke and died, it was because they used a fuckload of coke. Again, reading case studies is not indicative of what happens in everyday life.
And I don’t need you to apologise, it’s all good, I’m just cluing you in to another circumstance where someone doesn’t really need the ‘its okay’ from someone regarding stupid behavior. I don’t think he bears ill intent either, I think he’s completely out of his mind.
It’s not about the stimulant vs depressant… it’s because coke + booze forms cocaethylene in the liver, far more toxic than cocaine alone… it’s an entirely new drug! Also alcohol is one of the few depressants that actually induces direct myocardial injury, increases HR instead of decreases it… data shows a good portion of people when drunk, whether they know it or not actually have a RHR of over 100
Say cocaine and oxycodone, yes… that’d be somewhat less dangerous as the both cancel each others effects out… until the coke wears off, oops you’ve taken 80mg oxycodone and you’re dead
Regardless of whether one small line induced sudden cardiac death or not… I’m still never trying it lol… There are certain lines I draw and STICK too, using tren, winny, coke, meth etc are lines I’ll never cross
No, don’t try it. That’s a good mindset. Which is why a dad prefacing his warning about cocaine with ‘itll be fun’ is fucking stupid. And regardless of the toxicity of cocaethylene, it doesn’t cause anyone to overdose very easily. Especially not one line. That’s just flat out VERY unlikely. I’ve blown an 8 ball (3.5 grams) and drank a 5th in one night. I barely felt drunk, until the cocaine ran out, and I blacked out almost immediately and woke up with the worst hangover of my life. Stupid, right? That’s how addictive cocaine was to me. And how addictive it might be to his daughter.
Everyone makes mistakes, it’s not my place to judge… you don’t currently use cocaine (or if you did, I’d hope it was EXTREMELY occasional), I’d say you currently seem like a responsible, caring adult as far as things currently seem…
I thought this was strange, if a kid makes bad decisions it should be their own retarded decision, not a decision enabled my parental approval/condoning…
That being said I’ve known parents to be even worse, some will actually SUPPLY their child with the drugs to begin with… In my opinion (whether its alcohol or illegal) that’s neglect… there’s a HUGE difference within “if you’re in trouble you can come to me for help” and “it’s okay for you to use this”… one doesn’t condone/give permission, one does
Granted parenting is a complex and daunting task, there is no “right way” to raise a child as all differ within relation to mentality, level of maturity… My parental relationships (despite the fact that we fight a lot) have never been entirely normal because I’m… strange… I tend to think about the consequences regarding my potential actions WELL before it actually comes down to me doing anything, sometimes weeks before… however sometimes this leads me to being very conservative and/or overthinking everything… it appears however that most of my peers act instantaneously on impulse
That being said there’s certainly a “wrong way” to raise a child… and giving a kid drugs or condoning drug use is certainly one of the “wrong ways”… but I’m not a parent and wouldn’t know (#probablyinfertile)
This is a thing we have in common. I grew up being picked on. Basically elementary school onward. Everytime I switched schools I hoped things would get better, that I was getting a fresh start, but it always ended the same way. I was socially inept. I didn’t know how to talk to people. And I was very smart and liked nerdy things. I lost half of my front teeth due to bullying by the time I was about 12. Multiple incidents of being attacked. A belt to the face, being thrown onto a gym floor from behind. Fun stuff.
But college was where things got really bad for me. That was a true fresh start, nobody knew me. That’s when I started lifting weights, and when I dedicated myself to the idea that I was the problem, not the world. I had to do what it took to fit in, because blaming others for being bullies and shitty to me wasn’t fixing anything. So I did. And I became an alcohol and a drug addict. But I was fun, right? I had friends. Ended up hating myself more.
I got clean when I was 22, and over the last 15 years struck a balance between being fun and a pleasure to engage with, and embracing what makes me different from others. It’s literally taken a lifetime to do this, and I’m still learning.
I’ve told this story, in parts, and also in longer form, in various places on this site. I always enjoy sharing it because I hope it resonates with people and that they can learn something from it.
I think the best part was when I joked about giving my kids HGH and cocaine and this guy wants to give his son HGH and gave his daughter the ok to try cocaine…
And by the way, Your story resonates with me, since I was picked on, found I could fit in with people who did drugs, and slowly watched myself decay while my friends died or wasted away themselves, and had to quit, find a balance, embrace my quirks, and started a family. Kind of uncanny, lol.
EXTREMELY relatable… At the time and up until recently I always thought it was my fault… though one day I sat down and thought about it in depth… realised some people are just horrible, they’ll take their insecurities out on those they feel are the weakest/most vulnerable targets. I’m thankful that I don’t get picked on anymore, this stopped in year 12… I have friends who now stand up for me on my behalf if they ever see someone giving me shit. That being said I always worry there have been some long term neuropsychiatric effects stemming from these events. At times when I argue once can sense a very defensive demeanour… I always have my guard up at all times, this is because I still feel, for whatever reason, as if everyone is out to get me… This makes it quite difficult to make new friends and/or meet girls. The defensiveness stems from the fact that I feel as if I have something to prove, as if I don’t convey my point with a certain degree it’ll lead to my ideology being attacked… however I’m starting to realise it’s the opposite, with said defensiveness I can come across like an asshole, making others more likely to get irritated.
BUT now whenever I see someone picking on another weaker target I become incredibly angry, confrontational etc… I can’t STAND bullies, it makes me sick and I refuse to stand back, fall into the bystander category. If more people had gotten up, fucking said something when this was happening to me it would’ve never have gotten so out of hand (aged 7-9 and then again 13-14… and somewhat again 15-17… but at that case it was purely related to exclusion, people talking about me behind my back so I don’t count that)…
Do you enjoy life now?
How exactly does one go about doing this. In terms of my music taste I’ve embraced that, let it become a part of me regardless of judgement harboured by others… but other quirks, such as the way my brain fires a million times per minute, my strange level of knowledge retention leading me to spout out strange facts, my overtly detailed explanations, lack of ability to read social cues and body language etc… how does one embrace these characteristics?
Confidence. It’s the answer to just about every question about how to be successful in X. Whether it’s women, your job, people taking you seriously, whatever. When you tear down the social reality we’ve built we are still animals and just like in the Serengeti the lions look for the weakest antelopes, the easiest prey. If you walk around without confidence and there’s a lion around you can bet your ass you’re going to be tested. Chest out, shoulders back, head high and don’t question yourself. You’re a human fucking Google for Christ sake. Grown men look to you for guidance.
The strongman world is absolutely full of broken people, lol. powerlifting as well. It takes a special kind of broken to want to put your body through the things people like me do, hahaha.
You’ll know who your real friends are if they stick around and try to help you out with stuff like these (assuming that it’s a quirk that needs working on). Other quirks are just that, quirks. In part, they make you, you. And some friends will be okay with that. Those friends are the ones you make an effort to keep.
If you change all of them in order to try and please everyone, well, bad news, you’re never gonna finish, and you’ll lose yourself slowly in the process.
yep. I absolutely can’t stand bullying. It’s just the absolute worst. Hate it.
yes. I’m pretty happy. I still have my demons, without question, but talking about them the way I do on here sometimes helps. I just try my best to love myself unconditionally, and trust that being myself will yield the results I want at the end of the day.
I’m not really sure how to answer this, other than kind of what I’ve already said. Like, I’ve certainly embraced being a weirdo. I’ve never wanted to be like other people. I think the way I’ve done it is just really put myself out there and try to thrive in uncomfortable situations. I’m not really explaining this well, I know. It’s just a process of pushing through the discomfort, and smiling when people point out the weirdness. It’s deciding that your quirks make you who you are, and that they have a positive value to you.