Irrational feelings about weed and other drugs; am i as uncool as society depicts me as?

It seems that society, or whichever part of society I've been interacting with, has been really supported of drug usage, well not all [drugs], just weed in particular.

And now that it's a commonly assured thing that weed isn't really an addictive substance- what's the point of banning the thing, people say- I feel as though my refusal to participate in such recreational activity make me seem uptight. Which I am, don't get me wrong on that, but I don't want people to think I am. 

"Hypocrite," a person says to me as I pick up apples at the nearest Food Lion. I take one look and see a guy in his twenties with a beard, the fire of righteousness burning in his eyes. I run the fuck away.

Okay, okay. Irrational me. I still think it's a concern to be worried about.

This is why:

For some reason, there's this idea in my mind that practically everyone has tried drugs. I'm pretty sure my classmates have, my friends, my teachers, the adults I look up to- even though it's not an advertised thing, it's just a known one. 

I mean, it's not like I even look down at people who do/love drugs. I really don't give a fuck about it. I just never saw the point of taking a hit. Be blissed out my mind. Hallucinate Jesus as he's coming down from fucking heaven. Yeah, no. I prefer thinking clearly at every single moment. The moments that I am disorientated or out of my mind due to sleepiness (I have insomnia), I already get really confused and slightly depressed, which eventually leads to full-blown depression, which is really hard to get myself out of. There's me losing grasp of reality and it's the scariest thing ever.

So for my own reasons I am never taking drugs if I have a choice in it.

But people *seems* worship those who have. Most likely because they've done it themselves. They make it out to be some sort of rite of passage and it makes me feel anxious that I haven't partaken in such ritual. I know I shouldn't care about what people think of me, and usually I don't let it get to me, but god, I really focus on that anxiety. I already sound so juvenile in my worry.

I guess to be clearer, because my reasons sound like unreasonable reasons not to do weed, I sound like one of those a million moms campaigners, as though I'm against it, but I'm really not. I just don't want to do it. 

God, I sound so stupid being so concerned over this. I can't even explain it clearly here when it makes so much sense and is all laid out in my mind. I just can't find the right words. 

I don't want to do weed. People like other people who's done weed. I am not one of them. Thus, I've become an outcast. A less chill of person. And they would ask me, think I'm uptight, won't like me as much because, yeah, irrational. Hate me forever. Avoid me. Lonely me. Feelings. Anxiety.

There. That basically explains it all.

Now, listen to some rock-ish filipino song: