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I’ve heard from many long time users that those cravings never really go away. But I wouldn’t describe it as “cravings.” I would describe it as rose colored glasses.
I never really thought I had a serious habit, but I dabbled in uppers for a few years before getting diagnosed as ADHD (and then taking Adderall for the last decade), and your words perfectly describe how I think about cocaine. I really did enjoy coke, and I had a lot of good times with my buddies while doing lines all night, but I don’t really “crave” coke. I miss the ritual of it and the rush as it hits your bloodstream, and if the right person offered me some right now, I’d absolutely rip a rail, but I know the experience simply will not be as good as it was then.
Once you know what you’re missing, you’ll always miss it, I think.
Oh-ho-ho yeah. I lived in South America for a few years. And I did absurd amounts of coke. Like…it was beyond a problem. But, the thing is, I don’t enjoy coke. I still don’t. I didn’t then. I’ve been offered coke since leaving and I have no real desire to do it. But there is still a lot of positive memories associated with it, sure. It was fun. Kinda. But I still don’t like coke. I don’t really like uppers, honestly. But I still miss the numbness and the feeling like you’re just…I dunno. Super fuckin high. And geeked and ready to do whatever.
But again, I still hate coke and have no desire to do it again lol
Molly on the other hand? Yeah, I’d still do that every few months if I had easy access to good shit.
I never really thought I had a serious habit, but I dabbled in uppers for a few years before getting diagnosed as ADHD (and then taking Adderall for the last decade), and your words perfectly describe how I think about cocaine. I really did enjoy coke, and I had a lot of good times with my buddies while doing lines all night, but I don’t really “crave” coke. I miss the ritual of it and the rush as it hits your bloodstream, and if the right person offered me some right now, I’d absolutely rip a rail, but I know the experience simply will not be as good as it was then.
Once you know what you’re missing, you’ll always miss it, I think.
Oh-ho-ho yeah. I lived in South America for a few years. And I did absurd amounts of coke. Like…it was beyond a problem. But, the thing is, I don’t enjoy coke. I still don’t. I didn’t then. I’ve been offered coke since leaving and I have no real desire to do it. But there is still a lot of positive memories associated with it, sure. It was fun. Kinda. But I still don’t like coke. I don’t really like uppers, honestly. But I still miss the numbness and the feeling like you’re just…I dunno. Super fuckin high. And geeked and ready to do whatever.
But again, I still hate coke and have no desire to do it again lol
Molly on the other hand? Yeah, I’d still do that every few months if I had easy access to good shit.