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Now That I’m Free, I’m Finicky; JuNoWriMo Day Twelve

I guess I’m just going to need to be finicky from now on, in order to stay out of the drug trap.

Just the other day, I see a young couple sitting outside of a local business, very early in the morning.

They looked hungry. They looked at each other. They looked at me. I waved. They waved back. So far, pretty standard human behavior.

I approached them and asked if they were okay. Their best response was silence. So, knowing what hunger is, I pulled out the last $8 I had on me and gave it to them.

The guy of the couple then asks me, “What do you want?” “Nothing,” I said, “just want to make sure you two aren’t starving.”

Next he’s asking me if I wanted to get high, did I like “yellow” and if he could get me high. I told him, calmly that, I didn’t mess with drugs, anymore.

He didn’t seem to get the hint so I just walked away and returned to the location of my latest cleaning gig.

I guess he didn’t get it, that I don’t do drugs anymore and so they both came over to where I was working, trying again to invite me to come get high with them.

I told them they had to go. They left.

The dope crowd is an easy club to join. If a body has no purpose, this club is easy to default into.

Now that I have escaped the dopehead crowd and was given a clear view of what they “think” of me, others and themselves, I am aiming for the better friendships to be had.

I’m looking to those who are worth the effort. I’m trying to prove myself worthy for a friendship with good people and not those “friends” I kept before.

I seek those who wish to improve themselves and have achieved goals of their own. I wish to surround myself with good people and not the thieves, liars, cowards and quitters to be found amongst the dopeheads.

And any former association I once had, wishing to remain friends with me will find themselves the ones who need to meet my standards and not the other way around.

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Written by DonaldPennington

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