You forgot hallucinatory substances.
I'm a firm believer in my body being under my control, not someone else who doesn't know me.
All drugs should be legal in my opinion, ingesting them is a personal choice.
If you don't know what your doing or lack awareness of the consequences of your actions & hurt/kill yourself, my immediate thought is oh well, you fucked up & now your dead.
That's life, or death in this case.
Drug use is sorta like sky diving I think.
You know it's dangerous to do (legal/physical), or you con yourself into believing that they're not dangerous (all, and I mean all drugs are dangerous in some capacity), but there's an alure in it simply being that in some scary way, at least for me. (Is 6 grams too much?
)
I was alway's like "What's behind that door, what are they hiding/doing in there?"
So, at around 12 or so I started to open doors to see what was in that room.
1st door was glue (I had tons of it/I made a lot of models
)
Then I moved on to Door # 2, which was marihuana & it's derivatives.
Anyway, I opened every fucking door I could find, traveling near & far to obtain hopefully "that" drug, the "perfect drug for a perfect high"
It really doesn't exist, never did & never will (but the search is fun
) but in the meantime I feel it's my right to open as many fucking doors that I want.