It might rain today or tomorrow in Udon Thani. Next Sunday they may have thunderstorms in time for Songkran. Last year it went over 40°... hopefully not this year. Very hot at night though; it's definitely summer in Isaan.
We don't know the stories tucked into the pages of an unopened book. Slowly... we learn them. Pan has stories about his family and growing up that he has only eluded to. I suspect they are the source of much pain.
I... haven't gone back and rated the places I stayed. But... mixed reviews. I'd gladly stay in the same place in Khon Kaen and Phimai again. I'd consider the place in Korat. I would rather not stay in either place in Mukdahan.
Honesty is important in relationships, as is communication. That said, you've crossed a few lines in Thailand. Culture is only one of them. Personally, I crossed more than a few...
It's been almost two weeks since I used meth, and I have to admit, I feel pretty awesome. Today, I did the double (a workout, followed by thirty minutes of cycling). The lactic acid that caused me a very sleepless night forty-eight hours after the first workout, has dissipated. My strength, although nowhere near the level it was before the last 'relapse' (I've decided that I don't like the word 'relapse' anymore, because it conjures an image of failure...and I didn't fail, I simply chose to use drugs again), is making a comeback. I don't think it will be long (injury free, that is) before I will be back to my old self (whoever that is, that is...lol).
So, the question is...who am I? Am I a junkie who will always turn to drugs whenever things go wrong? Or whenever I just feel like getting high? When I get bored? Tempted? Lured back by friends or dealers? After a lifetime of using drugs, will I know who I am if/when I kick this habit for the long term? Will I even like myself... this person who no longer gets wasted? Who got wasted for whatever and any reason you can put forth.
So many unknowns...and this might be a contributing factor towards why I have never had much success at stopping...fear of the unknown. At least when I am using, I know who I am. I may not always like the person who looks back at me with hollow eyes and a varying degree of despair, but I do understand the place and time and consequences HE must face. Me, without drugs in my life, will be a complete stranger...and I don't trust strangers...at least until they have had time to prove to me they are worthy.
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