

Somehow most of the things that we label “drugs” (like illegal stuff not like prescriptions) don’t throw me for quite the same mental loop, because I’m not legally and socially permitted to just buy those if I felt like it the way I could with alcohol. It feels less jarring to be reminded of an aspect of society that you’ve opted not to participate in to the point of it’s existence slipping one’s mind, if that thing isn’t made conveniently available in the first place




not really big on fires actually. Indoors they make the air too smoky and just seem obsolete for the purpose, and I dont really enjoy being outside enough to want to do camping or such like that would necessitate an outdoor fire.
That being said, sugar is also harmful and I do have a sweet tooth- its not that the thing is harmful that bothers me per se so much as the degree and obviousness of the harm. Even if I was to enjoy being around a fire, the effect from campfire smoke is slow and non-obvious, it doesnt literally make you watch your friends act temporarily brain damaged while theyre in the area of effect, and its the anxiety over if friends taking it will cause themselves harm, and the existential horror of contemplating reducing one’s own mental functioning on purpose, that really emphasizes to me the toxicity alcohol has.