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by Brett Eugene Ralph_Archive
Cheers for that story, John.
I started drinking and smoking weed when I was thirteen. Getting hipped to the concept of straight edge via Minor Threat's records helped to create a brief oasis of sobriety in an otherwise dissolute adolescence. I figure I was straight edge from around the ages of fifteen to seventeen.
What I bought into was not any kind of didacticism or puritanism--I couldn't have cared less what anyone else did, and my bandmates would consume anything placed in front of them--it was just the idea that everything I did should be an informed choice. It was pretty clear to me that lots of the people around me (and I'm not just talking about the punk rock scene) consumed loads of drugs and alcohol without even thinking about why they were doing it, and I did not want to be one of those people. The most useful thing I took away from being straight edge was the desire never to be controlled by anything, either from without or within.
When I began drinking and using drugs again, I did so out of an earnest desire to get my kicks and to cultivate new experiences. Yeah, I know I sound like a fucking hippie, but it was more in the sprit of bohemianism, of Rimbaud's "derangement of the senses," and it was probably, asa much as anything, a Romantic accoutrement of having decided to become a poet. I'm not saying I never went overboard--I drank tons in college and smoked about as much weed as every other Kentuckian, and then there was the question of meth. Still, no matter how far gone I got, I always tried to make sure I was using whatever substance I did rather than letting it use me. I would periodically stop drinking (but keep smoking pot) and vice versa, and I only did coke or crank in fairly moderate binges. Occasionally, I'd clean up entirely.
I have a super-addictive personality; my stamina is frightening, and I am a man of prodigious appetites. The only thing, I think, that kept me from going totally off the deep end and irreparably fucking up my life (or someone else's) was that notion in the back of my head planted there by straight edge. It probably kept me from getting anyone pregnant, too. I'm not saying I was abstinent, but I was very aware that sex was a big deal, and I wanted to honor its profundity.
When I took an existentialism seminar my freshman year of college and encountered Kierkegaard for the first time, I realized that the lesson I'd learned from straight edge was fairly similar to the Leap of Faith: a desire to choose willingly what one does (and what one believes) rather than merely going through the motions in obeisance to an older, no-longer-authentic self.
I also firmly believe that having been straight edge, however briefly, in my youth probably did wonders in terms of helping me to get clean for good in my late 20's. For me, straight edge is not crap--'cause I'm a person just like you, but I've got better things to do than sit around and fuck my head . . .
dontfeartheringo wrote:I need people to act like grown folks and I just ain't seeing it.