No. It wasn't me.
I went to 'bucks for a smoothie for lunch. Sitting in the corner in the comfortable chairs was a couple in their mid-late 20s. He was out; his head tilted at an unnatural angle, eyes closed mouth open. A half-finished drink precariously wedged between his knees.
She was in and out; blank stare on her face, eyes rolled back in her head, half finished food-item-in-a-cup in one hand, spoon in the other.
I stared - only for a moment, but I am sure she caught me looking, at least if she was paying attention. I am quite sure she didn't care, not in the condition she was in anyways.
In that moment, I felt repulsion and disgust, and I am not sure why. Hell, I've been there (well, not on opies and not in that Starburcks) before, but have come a long way in the last 13 months. But that could have been any one of us.
There was no longing, or craving to get high, but there was no sympathy either. As I walked out the door, I thought to myself that if I felt that way, I wonder how someone that has never had to deal with addiction; either their own or a loved one's must feel.
I did feel like they were invading one of "my spaces"; resentment that even if you stay away from people places and things associated with drugs, they will always find a way to come to you.