My parents supported me in positive ways, treated me with great love and respect, discussed smart thinking with me a lot, didn’t make any kind of issue out of drugs or alcohol, and only acted as authorities when they needed to. They didn’t act like righteous or apathetic or punitive ass wipes the way so many other parents I saw, did.
So I felt little need to act out or numb myself or be delinquent. I did have some delinquent friends, the worst of which had absent incompetent parents, and so I did some mean things before I was 11, and when my parents divorced, I was unhappy and I was also a bit anarchistic and got in some trouble in 5th grade by throwing rocks and running through the middle school refusing to come when teachers tried to stop me. I was threatened with not being allowed to go to middle school if I did any more gross misbehavior. So I didn’t.
I remember some kids laughing about sniffing glue in first or second grade. I thought that looked really stupid and dangerous and I didn’t even get why they thought it was funny except that whoever did it would have to be really ridiculously stupid.
Then in middle school and high school, I listened to the information about what drugs and alcohol and cigarettes and STDs do, and thought, “wow, I don’t want to do those things to my mind and body!” And I didn’t. Sometimes my parents offered to let me try alcohol. I tried a sip and wasn’t really interested. When they got a little drunk on occasion, it didn’t look like a very good trip to me. I wasn’t interested. I heard about my grandfather being alcoholic and smoking too much. He was the first of my grandparents to die. No thanks!
Cigarettes always smelled disgusting, and I saw tar-coated lungs, so I never smoked anything, and avoided being around people who were.
In high school, the kids doing cigarettes and drinking parties looked stupid to me, and like part of peer pressure stupidity that I didn’t want to be a part of. So I didn’t. It looked like some people needed to be drunk in order to be outgoing and loud, or to say anything entertaining, or to avoid being bored. I didn’t need that. I had a good imagination and could make jokes and have fun without needing to stone my brain. And the drug users I knew tended to hang around and have conversations that were 80%, “Hey, imagine doing/seeing X, Y, or Z… on drugs.” “Hey yeah, hehehehehehehehehehehe,,, heheh. Hey, imagine watching B on drugs. Huhuhuhuhuh. Huh.” “Yeah.” Gee. I think I’ll leave now, and go do something interesting, with an awake brain. Bye…
I do enjoy good wine and some liquor or mixed drinks. Sometimes I’ve drunk too much for fun. But it’s not something I like to do a lot. People who do do it a lot seem mostly sad and foolish to me. Especially if they go into a bar and pay way too much for drinks and/or cover charges in places that are generally too loud to hear each other talk, and act like it’s really fun and interesting to interact with people that way. I guess it’s good if you want to seduce strangers. I still don’t quite get why some of my friends want to go to bars with each other.