You’re very right in how methheads behave. But I think you’re sort of making a false dichotomy a bit there as well.
It’s more like almost a waking dream at that point. The reality mixes in with the dreams, instead of just you being in one or the other.
See this here jailcell. They denied me my meds and I was awake for three days straight. I ate my pinky bloody so I could use it as a red magic marker. Anyway. What starts out as rather complex philosophical quotes (see top left of the image) goes through simpler ones into basically ACAB with large stick letters… and then by the 78h mark or so… I could no longer read any of the text I had written on the walls. It was fucking weird, but I couldn’t read. All of the marks, letters, just looked like dancing ballerina figurines, and I could not make any of them up for what they meant.
So like, yeah, you’re right in that the methheads have been awake for too long and dream things, but the dreaming happens while they’re awake. The dreams mix with the waking world.
One night missed sleep is like nothing tho. I used to pull 20+ hour shifts while driving a taxi. (Despite what you might think, there’s absolutely no drivetime regulations like with HGV’s, even here in Finland. Also no minimum wage, I drove on commission)
Thanks for empathy. Honestly it’s just like, I don’t expect more. It was quite the experience, and I’d just like a little empathy from family and friend’s but ugh.
Anyway, its good to know there is some out there at least. Thank you again. Have a nice day.
People feel uncomfortable when faced with situations like these. It sucks that none of your friends or family are able to push past the feeling of discomfort to tell you that you’re ok. But, people are people 🤷🏽♂️
This is incredibly reaffirming, thank you. The problem is either in Finland, or Finnish, or SW Finland or Finnish (we’ve lots of dialects and I think ours is probably one of the most rudest sounding one) or just me. But like, I’m really good at customer service, and can be very nice to people. But… I can also be really fucking nasty, I know that. And a lot of the times even too nasty for my own taste, but sometimes just hunger and loneliness really grinds ones gears and I can’t help it.
Usually I don’t do it completely without reason, so I’m just “overreacting”, but like in general I feel the threshold for Finns to consider something an “overreaction” is waaaayyy smaller than with any international friends I’ve hung with. I mean especially Anglos. Or especially Aussies, actually.
Hell the moment I found one in Turku I spent like two days drinking and smoking with the feller. Good times. His tobacco was fucking strong, no idea where he got it. In a leathery pouch and smelled of like old tar and medieval times. Funny guy. Smoked me under the table, but I didn’t have much tolerance back then.
Been there done that. First time when I was 13.
I too, recommend avoiding it.
You’re very right in how methheads behave. But I think you’re sort of making a false dichotomy a bit there as well.
It’s more like almost a waking dream at that point. The reality mixes in with the dreams, instead of just you being in one or the other.
See this here jailcell. They denied me my meds and I was awake for three days straight. I ate my pinky bloody so I could use it as a red magic marker. Anyway. What starts out as rather complex philosophical quotes (see top left of the image) goes through simpler ones into basically ACAB with large stick letters… and then by the 78h mark or so… I could no longer read any of the text I had written on the walls. It was fucking weird, but I couldn’t read. All of the marks, letters, just looked like dancing ballerina figurines, and I could not make any of them up for what they meant.
So like, yeah, you’re right in that the methheads have been awake for too long and dream things, but the dreaming happens while they’re awake. The dreams mix with the waking world.
One night missed sleep is like nothing tho. I used to pull 20+ hour shifts while driving a taxi. (Despite what you might think, there’s absolutely no drivetime regulations like with HGV’s, even here in Finland. Also no minimum wage, I drove on commission)
Well written though, well described.
That is quite the experience. Thank you for sharing. Hope you’re doing better.
Thanks for empathy. Honestly it’s just like, I don’t expect more. It was quite the experience, and I’d just like a little empathy from family and friend’s but ugh.
Anyway, its good to know there is some out there at least. Thank you again. Have a nice day.
People feel uncomfortable when faced with situations like these. It sucks that none of your friends or family are able to push past the feeling of discomfort to tell you that you’re ok. But, people are people 🤷🏽♂️
This is incredibly reaffirming, thank you. The problem is either in Finland, or Finnish, or SW Finland or Finnish (we’ve lots of dialects and I think ours is probably one of the most rudest sounding one) or just me. But like, I’m really good at customer service, and can be very nice to people. But… I can also be really fucking nasty, I know that. And a lot of the times even too nasty for my own taste, but sometimes just hunger and loneliness really grinds ones gears and I can’t help it.
Usually I don’t do it completely without reason, so I’m just “overreacting”, but like in general I feel the threshold for Finns to consider something an “overreaction” is waaaayyy smaller than with any international friends I’ve hung with. I mean especially Anglos. Or especially Aussies, actually.
Hell the moment I found one in Turku I spent like two days drinking and smoking with the feller. Good times. His tobacco was fucking strong, no idea where he got it. In a leathery pouch and smelled of like old tar and medieval times. Funny guy. Smoked me under the table, but I didn’t have much tolerance back then.