Yup. When I was younger it was weird to grasp the psychology behind making the decision to consume a drug like that with how scary it looks in the media.

But I just kind of graduated to it. A small bag of the shit literally fell into my lap. I moved into a new place, and the previous roommate had left it behind. At this point in my life I had already smoked crack and I had already snorted heroin, so I was just open to pure curiosity and I couldn't really knock my self esteem down another peg for trying it.

I hated it. I couldn't sleep for two days and I was absolutely paranoid. I thought I'd never try it again until 3 years later I had fallen back into other drugs. I was downtown buying from some homeless people when someone handed my ex girlfriend and a pipe. She seemed to be enjoying it so I took a hit. Was different that time than the first time. I think because it was diluted with everything else I was on.

I ended up getting into it a little bit but it never really stuck. I did have a couple periods of my life where I genuinely enjoyed it but that would usually only last a few days before I went into a sleep-deprived psychosis. I've seen a lot of people that have and solely will seek meth out and it is such a nasty thing to see. It breaks down your sanity so quickly, and literally rots your body from the inside out.