“…Are you sure?”
There are two types of people: those who do drugs, and those who don’t. You don’t have a problem with people who abstain from recreactional drugs (although you do use the issue as a good predictor for whether you will have anything in common with those people–usually not). Your pet peeve is when a person says, “I don’t do drugs because I don’t NEED them to have a good time.”
Oh man… man, oh man… if those people think that OTHER people do drugs because they NEED them, how wrong they are.
Lewis Carrol and Tolkein were geniuses for a reason. Dr. Seuss has been added as a candidate.
You stood at the edge of the earth, where the ocean spills over like a waterfall, filling the basin of the universe. The world was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and you viewed it as though for the first time, with the selfish, mischievous eyes of a three-year-old elf. It was difficult not to cry, to close your gaping mouth and awesomely wide eyes as you sailed away, sailed away. It was better and more beautiful than ANY dream you have ever had because you were awake.
As you were curled in a little ball, under a blanket amidst the trees, watching the yellow crescent moon roll through clouds that boiled in the sky, you felt through your eurphoria a profound sadness. You feel SORRY for people who don’t do drugs, who never allow themselves access to the beauty they can only imagine.
Pity for people who think they have it all figured out. For all your experience, you were blind-sided by the realization of how little you know.