I think this is due to the presence of a small amount of dexamfetamine which gives more energy

at least these days (compared with the 90s) I think parents are more lenient (some parents of teenagers may themselves have been ravers or grew up in liberal communities so either have experience of drugs or understand what comedowns are) or they just assume it is “being a teenager” especially as drug use starts at an earlier age.

Actually where it can really get harsh these days is with people in their early-mid 20s when they set up houses as couples or shared houses of “friends”… some really nasty situations can happen on comedowns, particularly if there are existing problems over money or emotional insecurities etc..

if i had one time travel token …

i would go back to the sixties, not go to woodstock, but maybe just go to san fransisco and just chill with some hippies, trip on some cid and get laid with one of those very nice hippie girls

sooooo hot!!!!

you’d have to find some way of doing a runner and getting back to blighty in 2008 QUICKLY before you got slotted by their redneck dad who has a whole cupboard full of guns and burns a cross on the field every Sunday – or even some jealous American meth-head who had self-appointed himself as the girls pimp…

once again the reality of these places is way different (some of the survivors have put their memories online)

The British alternative culture of the 60s/70s wasn’t too bad, but what us younger lot forget is that today in the 21st century a ton of stuff which was once considered the depths of depravity is now grudgingly endured by “normal people”

I’ve chatted with older people (my parents sort of agegroup) and they had a fair few good events and festies but what they have said if the cops did get you they would fuck your life over and you’d often get a kicking and be treated like scum if you were involved with drugs – then it would be Court, name in the papers and no chance of getting a job in that town whatsover

In the 1960s (in fact maybe right up to the 1980s) if Amy Winehouse was around then and busted she wouldn’t have been able to sing “no no no” – for one thing all her records would have been banned from airplay and not stocked in the record stores thus denying her revenue stream and ending her career

her record company would then have dropped her like a hot potato

and eventually someone in uniform would chuck her into a secure room, and if she kicked up she would be slapped to the floor with a shout of “SHUT IT, YOU FUCKING SLAG!” and be forcibly injected with a tranquiliser (whilst nowadays people take these voluntarily)

and they would be working for the “caring” NHS, not even the Police..

there aren’t really any “good old days”. Nor are things that bad even today. Things just evolve….

i have to argue there…..

good old days, im talking about someones personal “good ol days” not for the wider society, sure ppl in a society probably havent had a decade that was peacefull, care free. that is probably what we are still trying to evolve into, but what probably wont happen

id take on the pimp anyway, with my lightening fast ‘cid reactions

“personal” good old days are just spin and lies, where selfish minded people have blotted out the bad news. just because a fluffy hippy says it makes it no less lies than what Tony Blair or any other politiican comes out with.

if someones “good days” come at the expense of wider society or in constant conflict with them then they aren’t good days. either you are spreading “bad karma” or society is going to fight back in some form (justified or not). it can become a vicious circle especially if you are a young man as you will fight back against society in some form or another.

OK I could refer to the early 90s as “my personal good old days” like some journos et do but that would be complete bullshit.

I’m not saying I didn’t have fun and it didn’t shape the way I lived my life but it wasn’t always that good.

As well as all the fun and parties, I had less self-control and I overdid drugs, did criminal and anti social stuff – estranged myself from my family, came close to ending up in institutions on a few occasions, nearly fucked up my life big time and if it had gone tits up there was times when I was perfectly prepared to take my anger out on society in some worse forms as a “final fuck you” to society.

OK things eventually got better and nothing really bad happened but that was only after calming down, abandoning some of my more unrealistic ambitions and getting back into the rat race to an extent.

as I mentioned earlier loads of friends and acquaintances had even worse things befall them.

I can’t honestly call times like that “good days” (yet they weren’t intolerable either…), but they did serve as learning experiences. Also if you are looking back constantly at “good days” that also means that you can become dissatisfied with todays life which is in itself a dangerous path to follow.

well there was one summer that was amazing and it wasnt spins and lies, it was, i wasnt being a drag on society, we actually didnt drink/do drugs, have any suck on society at all, we just had good ol partys round ppls houses, just had a good time, now those were “good times”, im not saying i wont have those kinda good times again, im just saying that my experiance of what i good time might be will just change.

I’d be interested in reading what people have had to say if you don’t mind posting abit of linkage :love:

I think thats just something called “childhood” – we all had one once and most of us were lucky enough to have a reasonable one. Sounds like its probably around the summer time where you were either in late junior school age or early high school age, no longer a “kid” but without the worries of teenage/young adult life

OK there are times when you can naturally feel happy for a bit (at least until your parents are on your case about homework/up and coming 4th year exams/key skills tests (depending on what generation you are)

if at that sort of age you didn’t have good and often even idyllic times without drugs then its a serious indictment either on your parents or the society you grew up in…

but we’re talking about our times as teens or young adults and the 80s/90s rave scene, and whether these parties which everyone seems to idolise even today are really as good as they were made out to be…

i guess its the same with anything new once you have been to loads of raves it gets samey like with everything you end up chasing that same buzz you got when you first did something

http://www.diggers.org/cavallo_pt__5.htm

this is our parents/grandparents attempt at their “alternative culture” (OK this is the US version but similar things happened here albeit with less extreme outcomes)

rest of the site is worth a look

i may just go to iceland where everything seems to be “fine”