BlindSophist said:

Then what happened?

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Everything worked out totally great! Can't you guys read?

BlindSophist said:

Nox, you should get comfortable with the notion of living at home.

I know how shameful it is. I know how useless you feel, leeching off your parents well into your adulthood. I know that you are working on a way out, but I also know that you'd do anything to mitigate the sense of shame and marginalization you feel as an adult in this position.

Learn to love it. Forge a new relationship with your parents. Go clean off DXM, and every time you feel the craving to chug cough syrup again, instead find an excuse to spend time with your parents. Your parents love you and want the best for you, because you are their mortal extension in this world. Everything they fought and struggled for but failed to complete is now your destiny. If your parents are even remotely like mine, your accomplishments will continue to outshine your failures and shortcomings until the day they die. Every one of their failures is your inheritance. You are they. This is what you struggle with.

I could be wrong about this but I suspect that they would, in fact, never put you on the streets just because you smoked weed. I also suspect that they would begrudgingly forgive you for the impairment you've purchased at the price of a profound-feeling dissociative high, but of this I can't be certain. You don't necessarily need to tell them about the DXM, or any other drug habit-- you just need to be with them, for better or for worse. I think things will begin to fall into place once you learn to love the time you are forced to spend with your parents.



Sorry if I totally misjudged your circumstances. I just empathize, because I also am stuck with my parents (not in person on a constant basis, but in financial reality) for the foreseeable future. It's not a problem that you or I can fix on any kind of short-term basis. It reflects changes in the economy beyond the scope of our understanding or control, not problems with ourselves. Therefore, there is nothing wrong about ourselves that absolutely requires pharmacological correction. Your parents are the same people they were since before you were born. Your aptitudes are the same they were those halcyon days of your childhood before the economy went from bad to worse. Your intelligence is as excellent as it ever was, albeit possibly hampered by some Olney's lesions, but those ain't shit (else, how would DXM still be legal over the counter?). If I'm totally wrong here, I hope you at least enjoy writing the dozens of paragraphs' worth of rationalizations for your drug use required for a response to this post.

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st1llnox said:

Now I will do literally anything to get fucked up

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You want to go home and rethink your life.