By Jack Trimpey
Potheads of all ages can be called Teen Monsters because their indulgences both reflect and generate adolescent attitudes, fixations, authority problems, and anti-family feelings. Many adolescents and young adults begin to experiment with alcohol and other drugs, often as early as age 13 to 15, when they really should be learning the importance of self-restraint, delaying gratifications, personal discipline, acceptance of authority, managing emotions, and developing more mature character traits. As suggested by the old hippie song title, “Puff the Magic Dragon,” teen dopers are transformed, almost magically, from naive kids from good families into smoke-breathing slackers.
Already straining against parental authority by virtue of healthy, adolescent growth toward independence, they experiment with marijuana and other neuro-drugs which turn them into teen-age monsters fueled by a volatile cocktail of tetrahydrocannabis plus testosterone and/or estrogen. They become animals, unfit for family membership, but wear pathetic disguises of disease provided by the school and the health and counseling professions. Even liberal churches have sold out on the family, resigning to the Beast® by opening their basements to fellowships of addiction which use the forms and parlance of religion to convey the beliefs and values of addiction to newcomers of all ages.
It’s amazing how the world looks so different through the eyes of addiction, after abandoning your right mind. The onset of addiction always feels like a blessed event, quite unexpected by the substance abuser, but nevertheless welcomed as a wonderful surprise. Many potheads and slackers still recall their first lift-off, often as teenagers, into the Ozone, that zone of deep pleasure that evokes the wonderful insight, “Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, this feels sooooo good! Ohhhhh…” Anything that feels this good can’t be bad!” Thus sayeth the newborn Beast of addiction, in its first utterance of the Addictive Voice.
This sudden inversion of moral truth, that there is nothing wrong with getting high, very often occurs within a single session of being “stoned.” The inversion is a pivotal life event with profound implications and effects on one’s thoughts and behavior for the rest of his life. In AVRT-based recovery, we call this inversion, the denial of the moral dimension of substance abuse, original denial. Thus, in fellowships of addiction, the act 0f self-intoxication is always an innocent act, and any attempt to abstain based upon moral judgment is ridiculed and condemned as a disease symptom.
From then on, a new, counterfeit, survival drive has been added to the normal desires of hunger, breathing, and sexual desire — desire for addictive pleasures, the desire to get high. Original denial sets up a domino-style chain reaction in which all other truths are also up-ended, so they may appear consistent with the addictive mandate, which is that there is nothing wrong with getting high, there is nothing wrong with self-intoxication, there is nothing wrong in principle, nothing wrong with anything as long as nobody gets hurt, there’s nothing wrong at all.� Original denial is the formative insight upon which life in addiction is based, and which lays the foundation for a parallel lifestyle often called liberalism.
Addiction washes away one’s moral conscience, one’s original family values, one’s family identity, and one’s desire to compete for the good in life. Through the eyes of addiction, there is no greater good than the high life, which may be summoned forth by burning a number wherever you happen to be. Pot smokers are perpetual adolescents, with the ego prototype exhibited by radically liberal talkshow host, Bill Maher — ill-tempered, narcicisstic, obsessed with bodily functions, potty humor, sexual obscenity and perversion, i.e., “wet humor,” discussed and illustrated below.
Sadly, the Teen Monsters never know what hit them. Their world is transformed from a developmental struggle for success, freedom, and independence into a childish fantasy about how neat and super life will always be because their favorite fix will always be there. At last, newbie addicts find magic to quickly bail them out from uneasy, mundane feelings, the most frightening of which is boredom, horrible boredom. Of course, in the bubble of addiction, “boredom” is little else than the name addicted people give to reality, or “not high.” They take their boredom not to the library, not to the soccer field, nor into wholesome relationships, but they are drawn like magnets to the bad company of other substance abusers who share the inverted, antisocial, anti-family attitudes common to addiction. Why go through all the hassle and struggles of trying to be happy, when in a short moment, the magic dragon can sweep you away into the wow-zone?
Teen Monsters are very young and cannot know what they are losing to pot and other drugs — their right minds, their personal identities, their character, their families, their freedom, and their sexual future. Love is blind, but the Beast of addiction sees through hormonal fog well enough to narrow one’s sexual desires to other users, losers, batterers, bastards, dealers, lushes and crack whores and to others unfit for family life. In their right minds, they once knew about good and evil, right and wrong, but in what’s left of their minds after addiction sets in, there are no acts which are inherently immoral or evil; it just depends upon the circumstances. In that drug-liberated mind, the social scene is more important than family, psychological principles replace old-fashioned ideas of their ancestors, “spirituality” trumps religion, addictive pleasure equals happiness, and hedonic drugs are the sacraments of the only satisfactory life they can imagine — the high life.