...I couldn't help myself, and just had to laugh. he did not understand what was so funny. I finally managed, "you've done all the talking here!" and dad agreed. the look of "......wait, is that right??" on his face was priceless.
right? ....he was full of theories as to why I wasn't interested in alcohol or drugs of any kind. never been drunk, never been high. I just don't like what bits of them I've seen/tried, so there isn't any draw in them for me. I'm not curious about experiencing their effects. I actually dislike the feeling alcohol brings in even small amounts,
even when I try some where the flavor's hidden and it isn't burn-y. I find the scent of weed and tobacco both disgusting and seriously offputting - like, when stronger, nauseating.
I actually suspect part of it is, I tend to be very aware of my own body/state/how I'm feeling, and so when I feel off in an unpleasant way, I am very aware of it, and just how unpleasant it is.
eh, we'd been talking about something else... and he actually went into the local university here to study... neutrotropics? neuro- ugh, what was the word he used. brain-altering drugs. stuff like ADHD meds, and treatments for other disorders, that kind of thing. so he has an interest in it.
so I'm not at all surprised that he'd question whether I'd ever been interested. he's also been looking into CBD and the like as treatments for things - like how there're a lot of studies about its beneficial effects that're finally coming to light. which is kinda what started the discussion, really
but the short answer was no, I have flat zero interest in trying to smoke a joint/oil/etc, when the smell of it makes my stomach turn as it is. I don't find it pleasant at all.
he asks me a thing, like about an interest or opinion, then goes off on a wild bout of trying to figure this out, theorizing as to why I may have this or that reaction, or- whatever it is. and I'm just.... you know, dude, you are really reaching here, and reading into this. "I'm just not interested" really is "just not interested". sometimes there isn't
any deeper meaning to it. it's not always some sort of psychological coping mechanism or... whatever. the basic assumption here seems to be that if not for this grand reason you're hypothesizing, I would be open to Whatever The Topic Is This Time. no, I'm just not any more interested in it, than you are in 14th century royal French female dresses.
bro: [peppering me with questions and theories about why I don't like a thing for half an hour]
me: [says maybe ten, twenty sentences throughout it at most, mostly just shaking my head] Nah. just not interested.
bro: for "not being interested" in it, you sure talk about it a lot.
...do.... do you not logic, dude?