Drugs.
Coping, escaping, feeling, distracting, hurting, pleasure, passing time, alternative states of mind, consciousness; all reasons, great ones at that, as to why a person would use what is so commonly referred to as, “drugs.” Drugs, for they are a nasty beast, or at least get a nasty reputation, enter the body, stimulate the brain, and artificially stimulate in what would otherwise have been an impossible situation. I mean, how else could I stay up for two nights in college to ace a test, only to feel extremely depressed and slightly paranoid afterward? How else can a man see the world inside his carpet and imagine little creatures stealing his pills? How else can another person relax at all, for they have what a psychologist referred to as the physiological implications of “trauma?” How else can one person get an erection, while another person fall madly in lust, both disregarding all social implications? These alterations of an average self, a desire among the common folk. A ...