It’s not about the peer pressure. It’s not about being a complete rebel. It’s not about looking cool or trying to fit in with everyone. To be honest, I don’t even know why I do this shit. I made a promise to myself that I would never get involved or even come close to trying it. So what do I do? I try it. Multiple times, actually. When all these people ask me ongoing questions about why I do it, I’m speechless. For those awkward seconds of silence, I become a little ashamed to even be in my own skin since it’s not necessarily something I want to brag about. I don’t expect people to understand because their not going to even bother trying to comprehend the words I throw at them anyway.
Let me break it down for you. For just one night, you get this chance to forget about all your problems and live in the moment. You begin to not care about things that never really mattered in the first place. You don’t hold yourself back on taking risks, you just end up doing it. You get to escape without heading too far away from where you are now. I can’t really explain it. While some may be addicted to the drug, I’m addicted to the adrenaline. Go ahead and call me a bad influence. I’ll show you what it looks like to not give a fuck.
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