Tweaker Activities

Dope Head Vibes

This is a PSA so that you can [hopefully] understand your local tweaker better and quit judging them so much more harshly than other types of addicts. If you MUST judge addicts (cough cough you shouldn’t), then at the very least, judge them all with the same intensity and through the same lens.

I’m unsure why there has been such a difference in the overall ways people view tweakers as opposed to other addicts. It’s unhelpful for the addicts to achieve sobriety (which should at least be your goal behind the judgment although it rarely seems to be the case) because they feel so much shame and guilt forced upon them at a time when they are already at such a low point. It’s no wonder they stay on that same destructive path. It feels close to impossible to veer away at a certain point when you’ve lost all support and all your connections/friendships because you are viewed as “the worst of the worst”, “nasty”, “crazy”, “too far gone”, “worthless”, “a lost cause”, “a complete fuck up”, etc. I could go on and on here but I digress.

But, I’m here to explain the flip side of all of that negative energy you judgmental fucks bring to the already heavily burdened table, unwarranted I might add. We didn’t ask for your bullshit but here you are, projecting your negative opinions as if your addiction to porn or gambling or coffee or your overly obsessed weight loss journey is truly any different when looking at it from a “why” standpoint. I’m sorry you think so oh wise one… but you are sadly mistaken.

Tweakers hold the power of achieving “living in the moment”. This is an amazing tool. It’s not quite used in the correct way. But, it’s there. And it’s important. Anyone trying to better themselves in this world realizes how NOT common it is to genuinely live in the moment and they also realize it’s something to strive for at all times if you ever want any actual living to get done and not just surviving by anxious and depressing thoughts of the past and future to blind you from all that not-living you are doing.

They are fucking cool in their own ways and haphazardly possessing the trait everyone should want, living in the moment... seizing the day… carpe diem… whatever phrase floats your quote-loving boat.

And, if they aren’t cool, it’s because they were already an uncool/bad person well before they became a tweaker.

They may have just hid it well before. Or, they may have not realized yet themselves their full potential of destruction. But, they will. Guaranteed.

Dope (any, really, to a certain extent, but especially meth in my opinion) brings who you really are to the light, for everyone and yourself to see much more clearly. It will have you grazing and tip-toeing and tempting the very outer edges of your limits and your boundaries and your morals. They will be tested, often, for good measure. It will require you to make decisions on who you REALLY are and if you REALLY stand tall in that role like you convinced yourself you did prior.

There are *bad* sober people, too. The same goes for the tweakers. You have just been fed “the worst of the worst” via media or you only notice that same “worst version” because it’s what is obvious to you. So, you think that’s how all tweakers are as a whole. But, you are oblivious to the fact that so many more people do meth than you know about.

They hide it well because people have shamed them into hiding it at all costs. Trust me when I say that I am a user and since becoming one, I’ve met SO many people that you wouldn’t have a clue they get high.

All walks of life.

I’ve smoked with a high school principal. I’ve smoked with a well-respected business owner in a neighboring city. I’ve smoked with the most yummy drop dead gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen with perfect teeth and skin and demeanor, next level yummy (he had been smoking for years already at this time). With a millionaire. Church-goers. A med student. I’m just sayin’

I’m High On Methamphetamine. Me. Acrylic on Tile, Edited. 2021.

Okay. Now onto my point:

I’m high and was thinking about how fun the tweakers are and the common activities we participate in that the daily sleepy people don’t really understand and in turn, judge us for. I think all of the below-listed are cool in their own way. So, I don’t know what the problem is and why there is such an uproar 😵‍💫

We just want to fuckin’ clean stuff and use our headlamps in the yard at 3 a.m.

There are much worse activities to be doing at 3 a.m.… I still choose a vacuum with only the hose. Seriously.

1. torch guts: taking apart and putting torches back together and/or making Frankenstein torches just because you are tired of always buying new ones when they quit working after about day 3 of life. You also have a stash of torch guts readily available at a moments notice.

2. flashlights: any size, shape, lumen, purpose. Flashlights are the best things that exist. Of all the flashlights, headlamps in particular are *chefs kiss* yummy. I keep mine charged and in my car at all times because I end up places that I literally just want to put my headlamp on and fucking see some things better and have a look around out of just pure curiosity. For a couple hours. Or all night. Sue me, ya know? I [accidentally] sometimes blind people with it and I also forget it’s on my head and still turned on so it dies a lot. I will invest in another one soon for back up. TBC.

3. dumpster diving: the dumpster Gods’ provide and that’s all I have to say about this one.

I got all those faux floral from dumpster diving then I glued it all onto a canvas 😅

4. A1 sex: that no one else quite understands but other tweakers. It’s the most addicting part about the whole fucking thing IMO.

• Bonus points if you and your partner got on it together and went on the rollercoaster ride straight to slut hell and never stopped fucking and fist fighting one another for the entire ride, sometimes even both at the same time. Ditto. 😩 It’s a learning curve already to love another person appropriately… the dope really adds an extra barrier to that already shaky concept. I am working on it.

5. organizing/cleaning: I can organize some THANGS. Barns. And cars. And businesses. And pool houses. And my storage units. And many, many more.

• Bonus points for those that prefer to use the vacuum for hours at a time because you only want to use the hose for the entire house. Same. No one really understands my new love for vacuuming. They sure do like their home vacuumed by me, though, judgmental fucks.

My step dad’s office shelves after I got tweaky on ‘em

6. knives: I don’t do this one but I know many who do… they are always sharpening every knife they have ever owned with a knife sharpener. I ain’t judging but I don’t really get it either. To each his own.

7. new inventions: using the weird shit around the house to glue/nail/Velcro/tape to other weird shit to make a somewhat functional weird thing that helps you be a more efficient tweaker. Ditto for real. I’ve come up with some amazing inventions doing this activity.

8. arts/crafts: I have never used so much craft paint in my gd life as I do now. I don’t paint canvas, either. I paint everything else; rocks, bongs, furniture of all sizes and shapes, walls, other peoples’ stuff that I beg them to let me paint and they give in, any and all stash boxes, my body, and anything else that has some sort of cover on it or around it. I don’t know.

• Bonus points if you paint funny meth quotes and/or sex quotes. Same.

• Also, bonus points if you use a lot of super glue. 😅

I found that shark in a dumpster and I painted him then glued him on a painted garage door panel (behind him in this pic). Haha.

The Evolution of Bongie (my bong that I paint almost daily)

this is Bongie’s 1st makeover ever… I went a lil superglue crazy. Meth head madness. He gets better, I promise.

I cut his “tumor” off then fixed him with clay and epoxy and TLC

9. car naps: just innocent lil accidental snoozes in the car.

• Bonus points if the po-po have woken you up by beating on your window thinking you are dead or some sort of threat to them while you are fucking slumped… like…

Sir, I don’t think I am that threatening with drool coming out of my mouth and me not even knowing you exist let alone standing at my car. If I did know… I’d have found a hiding spot because I’d rather not associate with you at all. Let alone hurt you or someone else. I don’t like jail, officer.

That’s happened to me a few too many times. Also, my neighbors all thought I had lost my mind because all of a sudden I’d be sleeping in my car a few times a week with it still running and my apartment was only 10 steps away.

I told them my bed caused back pain and the car was the only place I could hope for any good rest. No one believed me, I don’t think. Oh well. JUST LET ME CAR SLEEP IN PEACE, fuck 😩 I don’t understand the uproar about it. Leave. Me. Alone. Let. Me. Sleep. In. My. Own. Fucking. Car. It’s far beyond my control that this happens mid morning on a week day. It happens before I even know what hit me. Next thing I know, I’m waking up to some angry/confused person at my window. Go. Away. Judgmental. Judy. I’m. Sleepy.

10. weed eating: I don’t do this one, either. But, I know a couple that do. They weed eat the yard every day. They have multiple weed eaters ready for when the current one dies so they can keep going for hours. They weed eat at 4 a.m. Their lawn is thoroughly weed-eated at any given time and I’d put money on that. Straight the fuck up. If a weed thought to sprout… it had second thoughts and just didn’t.

11. pilf: personally, I get my pilf fix by dumpster diving and organizing but it didn’t feel right not to include the pilfers. You are either an incredibly obvious thief of random “what-nots” (or “doo-dads” is what I call them) OR you genuinely are the good kind of pilfer that just likes things and wants to touch all of them at all times at all people’s houses because it’s fun. Then, tell the owner of the things how much you admire their things.

12. getting stuck: this is what I call it when I’m just literally fucking off substantial amounts of time for no real good reason. I just do. I don’t make it to anything I’m supposed to make it to. Doctors appt? Nope. I think I’ll dust the shelves until I’m late… too late to even go… and then I’ll get mad at myself for being late so I’ll dust the shelves some more to make myself feel better. On second thought, I’ll just switch doctors’ offices entirely and try again next week. Supposed to be at a friends house? Nope I will not make it until I’m at least 6-24 hrs past the time I said I’d be there even though I told you I’m already on my way. Sorry. I can’t fucking help it. This is who I am now, take it or leave it. I will be extremely late because I will be getting stuck, mark my words. At least you were warned lol. We do not want to be this way. We just are.

13. talking about amazing shit for an entire 48 hrs straight: this one is self explanatory. We can talk. That’s for sure. But, I wouldn’t give up the amazing convos I’ve had for anything. I’ve created some great bonds with others and talked about life-changing ideas.

I’ve also done a lot of self growth and have increased my self awareness a great deal through talking for hours on end with someone [people] I love. It’s beneficial and important. The only negative is I forget to eat, drink, pee, stand, change positions. But, ya know.. I can’t do it all. I’m not superwoman.

• Bonus points if you found your spirituality during this time. Same. ❤️

14. clouds: we like to smoke our dope in all the extravagant ways one may smoke dope. We want big clouds. We want to show off our way of smoking. We want to critique other dope head’s clouds. We want to compete. We want to make clouds sexy. We want to just have some commonality with other people because we are isolated to absolute death in the real world. We have lost everyone (in most cases). We don’t have friends anymore. Our family dropped us with a quickness. In order to feel like we are a part of a group of people who understand us, we post clouds. We uplift (I hope) others doing the same. Because we know what it feels like to be so alone and mentally ill and on the verge of calling it quits.

This is what the tweakers are really doing… they are fighting off the possibility of suicide every day. At least I was and so are many others I’ve talked to about it. This is what society does to meth addicts… they judge and throw them away. They kick them while they are down. And they push them to their limit. I’m finally out of that hole… I hope I can uplift others to make it out as well.

I’ll always be glad I’ve gone through this hardship even if only for that one reason. It’s got it’s many negatives, too. But, in my own life, the positives outweigh those. I’m thankful. You can either embrace your current situation or you can talk shit to yourself about it and also talk shit to others, making you not just a tweaker… but a fucking miserable tweaker. I’d rather not.

I just want to get crafty, go dumpster diving, navigate a spiritual journey with a likeminded soulmate that I can have freak nasty sex with for hours, take a lil nap in my car, video my clouds

And get high.

Fucking eat me.

That’s all I can think of right now even though I know there’s more activities. Tweakers are unique and we do cool shit that most would find odd. I like odd, now. My new quote that I’ve been painting on all the things I am allowed to is “wish you were weird” and if that ain’t the damn truth. 🖖🏻

Here’s some tweaker art I’ve made for my Society6 shop.

https://www.Society6.com/OBYCF

In summary: You. Only. See. The. Worst. Case. Scenarios. And. The. Already. Bad. People. Acting. Bad. That’s where your opinion comes from. And that’s fucking facts. Buy some funny meth items about it and give some past due needed love and understanding to a local meth head because you get it that they are just tryin’ to feel good like everyone else.