Preppy is the New Hipster

Back in the days when heroin seems like the next, most logical step and showering was never logical, I still managed to find some good things in life. One of those good things came directly out of one of the worse ideas of the century.

I think my obsession (obsession is too strong a word-but I am going for emphasis) with heroin came from a lot of different places. Perhaps I was obsessed with the idea of doing heroin because I was afraid of it. Some of the ways of doing it were so obviously more dangerous than sticking a straw up your nose or eating any partially identified substance.

I did think heroin chic was ultra chic. Those years of my life, even though I was constantly surrounded by people, can only be characterized as lonely, so I thought HC would really match my mood.

I liked the idea of pushing the envelope-color me progressive! Since, I had no real creative outlets, like this blog, so if I was going to be pushing the envelope it was surely going to be with something so typical, like drugs.

It could have been a combination of things, but if I was a betting girl it was probably just some form of low self-esteem, mixed in with rebellion from authority and a mild dash taste for danger.
I never did heroin. Ultimately I was a total chicken. I did, however think about it a lot and as a result watched Requiem for Dream more times than I care to share. And though I didn’t pick up a drug habit, but I did start to like the Kronos Quartet who were responsible for most(?) of the score in the film. I am going to see them next Sunday. I think I’ll leave the needles at home though.