Recently, I had a conversation with my waxologist and another client centered around celebrities and their drug addiction. Don't ask me why, but we had this triangular conversation about celebrities and their access to all types of vices. So, of course drugs came up and we went through the list: crack, cocaine, heroin, Valium, ectasy, etc. And I'm adamant about not touching, inhaling, sniffing, smoking, and shooting up drugs. I mean DARE (Drug A* Resistance Education -- I don't remember what the A stands for -- sorry) schooled me well and my monumental fear of fooling with a substance that could overpower me and my life, and I'd be remissed if I didin't mention I do have a Type A personality. So, no thanks. Now, what was interesting about this conversation is that my waxologist was on some other shit.
She professed her curiousity of all the substances listed above. The alleged high Valium provides, the potency of heroin, etc. . . I mean she might as well have been a junkie of the vicarious nature. I was shocked and baffled all at the same time. Didn't you sign a petition during DARE vowing to not partake of any substances. Obviously my favorite drink is Bellini -- the effervescence keeps me light and bubbly, but never in a stupor. In my mind, I'm hoping and praying she never finds herself in a predicament where drugs are readily available. And then I think about the irony in life, she could probably ride drugs heavy and still be the most functional waxologist in all the land. And if it was me... nope -- I'd be the one strung out, hair matted, teeth missing-- you get me drift.
And in between my waxologist and myself is the other client. We were allies in our joint crusade to never touch the powders or inhale the gases. Her conviction rests in personal experiences of having family members as former addicts. So, she saw up close and personal the effects of drugs. My waxologist wasn't fazed though...she seemed indifferent to her client's experiences.
What happens from childhood to adulthood that renders our childhood experiences irrelevant or invincible? I get it life happens, but that answer isn't good enough for me. And perhaps my naivete has gotten the best of me?
SO LONG, FAREWELL...
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