I’m not sure if this is the right community, but just wanted to spark discussion and I love hearing people’s different experiences

Inspired to ask because elsewhere I was telling a story about how I got invited to poker night at Jehovah’s Witnesses one time, and none of it made any sense to me. First of all we were not supposed to be having a party and listening to music, nor gambling, nor drinking according to the rules of JW which were outwardly acknowledged.

But they had come up with all kinds of outs and justifications, and minor rule bendings to justify basically doing all of that. I’m sitting there like thanks for including me guys but this is just a weird scene.

You’re all running off to the laundry room to make alcoholic drinks and coming back to mutually joke about how ya merely went to freshen your Kool-Aid. It was very mentally taxing

  • lectricleopard@lemmy.world
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    50 minutes ago

    As a 20 yo country kid living in an urban area for school, I got into hard drugs (sober for some time now).

    On one occasion I met up with some folks in a crack house to make a purchase. I sat by myself in the front of the living room. It was divided from the rest of the room by a pile of furniture with blankets wrapped to make a wall, like a crack head blanket fort.

    A kitten came up to be meowing very insistently, and I picked it up. It furiously licked my fingers, which had crack soaked into them (it melts and if you stupidly touch it then, it soaks in). I yelled over the blankets, “hey I didn’t know you had kittens.” The proprietor yelled back, “yeah dont worry about dropping anything here, theyll clean it up fast.” It was a house full of crack addicted kittens.

    • FinjaminPoach@lemmy.world
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      11 minutes ago

      I hate that this is the first response i read. But it’s such a ridiculous premise that i’m going to mentally dismiss it as fake, which - because of the ridiculous concept - i can do very easily. Please don’t try to convince me it’s real.

  • GalacticSushi@piefed.blahaj.zoneEnglish
    9·
    2 hours ago

    Back in college I bought weed from a townie. Starting January 1st anytime you bought from him he would include a raffle ticket in your bag of weed. On 4/20 he threw a big 420 party in a public park which was my dealer and all his other customers, which was a lot of other townies and a handful of smaller dealers that source from him. He had a bunch of games and stuff organized and everyone was smoking weed just out in public (this was well before weed was legalized in most places).

    This one guy who I think was a dealer introduced himself as “Uncle Eddie,” which sounds like the name of your weird relative that nobody lets near the kids at Thanksgiving, but I digress. He had the words “PUNK” and “ROCK” tattooed on the knuckles of each of his hands. Randomly throughout the conversation he’d tell you to pound it and offer a fist. After awhile I figured out that if he liked or respected something you said, he’d let you pound the “ROCK” fist, if he didn’t like it he’d have you pound the “PUNK” fist. I did not feel comfortable at any point during our conversation.

    Anyway, the last event was the raffle and me and my roommates won the prize of a quarter pound of weed. I distinctly remember my dealer handing it to me and saying “congratulations now you’re a felon, man.” It was the dirtiest, reggiest, seed-filled bag of weed I’d ever seen in my life. If I had to guess it was probably about 50% seeds by weight. We tried to smoke some when we got home but it was so awful. It made some pretty decent brownies though.