"Why has my head gone numb?"
Aug. 17th, 2004 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerGot me Richard E. Grant icon of Withnail. I am content. But only in that aspect.
So strange that I should so love a character like Withnail, a man whose battle plan upon entering a pub is: "Right, here's the plan. First, we go in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop some Surmontil-50's each. That way we'll miss out on Monday and come up smiling Tuesday morning." Meanwhile, I spend the day at my father's, who himself spent today in bed, "taking a nap." When I leave without saying goodbye, I get a furious drunken call from him three hours later, seething "you could have left me a note" and leaving an unspoken threat lingering in the air long after I've hung up.
Which leads me to my normal life. Y'know, I've always been kind of grateful for the respect people have always given me. "You don't drink? Ok, that's cool." I've never encountered any problems from this lifestyle decision, since everyone understands. Most also understand and respect my... aversion, shall we call it, to pot. Oh fuck it, let's drop the pretense. I fucking hate the drug and I fucking hate what it does to people I love and respect and I fucking hate how socially accepted it is and my tolerance for it has fallen dramatically over the past year. And I know most everyone here knows this, or at least you should by now and so I've posted that diatribe in the hopes to remind you. And everyone here, I think it's safe to say, respects my opinion. Just as I respect theirs. Although the respect and the level of comfort sometimes find themselves with an ever-growing rift between them, such is the case with how I feel tonight.
I could go further with this, but for several reasons I think it'd be better if I just stopped before I risk being rude to certain people, which is neither in my heart nor is it my intention. My point is, people generally would lay off of me because of my father, like it was a more acceptable excuse than just "I don't like it." People have also generally stopped the tired BS argument that it's all part of being open-minded, which I really appreciate. But really, sometimes that respect just doesn't feel enough, but to expect or want anything else would be wholly unrealistic so never mind. Suffice to say, ganja-lovers, you wouldn't want me with a Green Lantern ring.
And strangely, with the exception of that very small number of people I deeply love, the effects of alcohol on others no longer bothers me at all. Funny how that one works, eh? Did I have a point with this? I think I spaced on it. Oh screw it, I'll just quote some more "Withnail and I."
Withnail: Have you been at the controls?
Peter Marwood: What are you talking about?
Withnail: The thermostats. What have you done to them?
Peter Marwood: I haven't touched them.
Withnail: Then why has my head gone numb?
So strange that I should so love a character like Withnail, a man whose battle plan upon entering a pub is: "Right, here's the plan. First, we go in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop some Surmontil-50's each. That way we'll miss out on Monday and come up smiling Tuesday morning." Meanwhile, I spend the day at my father's, who himself spent today in bed, "taking a nap." When I leave without saying goodbye, I get a furious drunken call from him three hours later, seething "you could have left me a note" and leaving an unspoken threat lingering in the air long after I've hung up.
Which leads me to my normal life. Y'know, I've always been kind of grateful for the respect people have always given me. "You don't drink? Ok, that's cool." I've never encountered any problems from this lifestyle decision, since everyone understands. Most also understand and respect my... aversion, shall we call it, to pot. Oh fuck it, let's drop the pretense. I fucking hate the drug and I fucking hate what it does to people I love and respect and I fucking hate how socially accepted it is and my tolerance for it has fallen dramatically over the past year. And I know most everyone here knows this, or at least you should by now and so I've posted that diatribe in the hopes to remind you. And everyone here, I think it's safe to say, respects my opinion. Just as I respect theirs. Although the respect and the level of comfort sometimes find themselves with an ever-growing rift between them, such is the case with how I feel tonight.
I could go further with this, but for several reasons I think it'd be better if I just stopped before I risk being rude to certain people, which is neither in my heart nor is it my intention. My point is, people generally would lay off of me because of my father, like it was a more acceptable excuse than just "I don't like it." People have also generally stopped the tired BS argument that it's all part of being open-minded, which I really appreciate. But really, sometimes that respect just doesn't feel enough, but to expect or want anything else would be wholly unrealistic so never mind. Suffice to say, ganja-lovers, you wouldn't want me with a Green Lantern ring.
And strangely, with the exception of that very small number of people I deeply love, the effects of alcohol on others no longer bothers me at all. Funny how that one works, eh? Did I have a point with this? I think I spaced on it. Oh screw it, I'll just quote some more "Withnail and I."
Withnail: Have you been at the controls?
Peter Marwood: What are you talking about?
Withnail: The thermostats. What have you done to them?
Peter Marwood: I haven't touched them.
Withnail: Then why has my head gone numb?
