OuterBoroughGirl wrote:
I recall a time in high school when I was walking home, and some random woman who apparently worked in a store on that block stopped me to tell me she had seen me walking past plenty of other times, that she had been watching me (!) and she could tell I was on drugs. She kept going on about how she wasn't condemning me, but I needed to get some help. At that time, I'd never even tried alcohol except for one time when I was seven, and I had a sip of vodka thinking it was water. I've never tried any recreational or "street" drugs to this day. I told her I wasn't doing drugs, and she basically called me a liar. I rushed home in tears, and told my Mom the whole thing. She knew me well enough to know there was no truth to that. My parents pretty much knew where I was at all times, and I had no after-school job or social life, so I didn't go many places. I described the woman to her, and told her where she worked. My Mom went to speak to the woman. This woman told her that I appeared to be on drugs because she'd see me walking past every day with my head down, seeming to take no notice of my surroundings. She told my mother that a car had almost hit me one day, and I had barely noticed. I think there were probably other times when people hinted at similar suspicions, but that's the one that sticks out in my mind.
Hahaha.
I too have been accused of being high, mostly by my mother in my teenage years. But now that I'm actually high sometimes, nobody accuses me of it!