We are all on drugs

Isn't it funny how we move from one interest to another, how one thing can be so important one day and then the next you have moved on to something completely different. That wasn't vague at all, was it? I just finished reading the anonymously-authored Go Ask Alice, which is the published diary of a girl in (I think) the early 1960s. She writes about her experiences with drugs (the first thing she tries is an acid-laced bottle of Coke) and how she eventually ends up in an institution, even after going straight. I closed the book and just thought about how lucky I was to have stayed as much on the straight-and-narrow as I have. I totally want to go smoke a joint now, but--I don't know where I'm going with this. The initial point I was trying to make is that it's interesting how something (like a book or an idea) can seem like the most important thing in the world to you, but it can be so quickly replaced by something else. Which is still vague. Like, right now (and lately) I've been thinking about drugs a good bit. I haven't been doing them, but I've been thinking about them. I've been thinking about smoking again. I've been thinking about selling (something or other)--I've taken steps in that direction, actually. I found some stuff today in a drawer that I'd forgotten I had. I must've had it for over a year, because one of the pills in that bottle was someone else's prescription, and I had not borrowed any in a long time, and the other three were from a prescription I haven't had in at least that amount of time. It's sad, but my first thought was, how much did I used to charge people for these? Maybe that's not sad. Yeah, it is. Anyway, I know a week from now I'll probably have moved onto a completely different interest, like an "I need to expand my music collection" binge. Which is just as not-okay, actually, because it'd drain my wallet. Whatever.