Chapter Something: Junkies Don’t Deserve Your Sympathy
Chapter Something: Junkies Don’t Deserve Your Sympathy
Being a former drug addict ( not heroin though ) I can tell you a few things, and dont worry, I’ll be covering this subject again, and again...consider this a brief synopsis.
1.) Addiction isn’t real, nothings real, the world is completely inside your mind, if addiction is real, it’s because you made it real. Yes there are physical addictions, so you sweat and puke a few days, man up
2.) It’s your body and mind, what you do with it is your choice, until that choice affects other lives. See if I OD’d tomorrow, very few people would miss me, no ones lives are actually contingent on mine, when i show up home high and falling over myself, my kids dont miss school, i dont sell their playstation for a fix, i sell MY playstation. Do whatever you want to yourself, that is your right, but you dont have the right to ruin other lives like the parasitic entity you are.
3.) Junkies are selfish children with victim complexes, dont believe me, talk to one. It’s always daddy didnt hug me enough, mommy liked my brother more, etc. They are histrionic nightmares completely absorbed in their fantasy world they’ve made for themselves ( much like people in holywood ) and they will justify everything they do as such.
4.) they will manipulate you, physically, emotionally, you will either be one of their many enemies and or notable mentions in their suicide note, or you’ll be an enabler when they hit some 12 step program, bottom line, they’re never the problem, but everything else is SUPER problematic.
5.) 12 step programs are bullshit, giving yourself up to a higher power and admitting you have no power over your problem, see victim complexes. Thats just an excuse and removes any and all personal responsibility, much like a catholic going to confessional once a week after hes been a dick hole, youll be a selfish little child all week and fuck over everyone, then call your sponser crying, and then strangers in a meeting will hug you and tell you how its not your fault, and so on and so on, you will never change this way.
6.) Trading one addiction for another isnt being clean ( go ahead, ask me how i know, hey alcohol hurt my nose less atleast ) being manically happy and talking about jesus all the time doesnt fool me that you’re not thinking about that needle 24, and i know you’re not convinced, or youd shut the fuck up and get a hobby.
7.) and finally, there are 7 billion + people on Earth, hard working, intelligent, sad people, everybit as sad as you, and frankly, we dont need your 10th grade education junky ass in the genepool. I refuse to cry when some junky i knew in a past life dies, all i can think is gee im glad he had 3 kids he didnt raise, im sure with their crackwhore mom and dead junky dad they’ll turn out JUST fine.
( Remember Idiocracy? )
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"I will work as long as my life remains. Working for my food is what has made me happy in this life." (Gatlang, Rasuwa)
...She rambled on, but I have never been able to get interested when women talk about themselves, it may be because women are so inept at telling a story ( That is, because they place the emphasis in the wrong places ) or for some other reason. In any case I have always turned a deaf ear. " " I feel so unhappy " " I am sure that this one phrase whispered to me would arouse my sympathy more than the longest, most painstaking account of a womans life. It amazes and astonishes me that i have never once heard a woman make this simple statement. " "...something like a silent current of misery an inch wide flowed over the surface of her body. When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like ' a withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool ' I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness. "
Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
Your Addiction is Bullshit
I’ve quit more drugs than most of you have done, It’s all in your weak little mind. Now dont get confused, I’m not belittling addicts, it’s a hard thing to deal with, but you can do it, and you can do it without other sad addicts and meetings and bullshit. These are crutches that still keep whatever substance near and dear to your heart, sure you dont do it, but you talk about it each and every week, and then when you go back to it you wonder why.
Believe all the fairy tales you want, theres no such thing as a successful 12 step program, stop being a fuckin rube about it, I go days, weeks without this or that drug, sometimes its physical symptoms, thats just like having the flu, man up. You’re stronger than any drug, or you’re not and it will kill you, you decide which its all within your mind, but stop, STOP being an annoying cunt about it, if everytime you open ya mouth you mention your recovery or whatever, just spike up, atleast youll shut the fuck up about it.
The first time I smoked crack I was like 14,we were doin it ALL weekend, none of us slept, and then I went to school monday. I felt like shit for days, but I got over it, without any external influence what so ever, i could do it as a child, you can do it as a sentient adult, stop this nonesense.
I know I sound mean, and i sound like all the ignorant people that havent been there, but I’m not mean, and i HAVE been there, half your addiction problem was people enabling and coddling you, you cant recover with more coddling, youre responsible, YOU, and only YOU can change it, collect all the dumb sobriety coins you want, theyre a nice little token of how youre wasting your life now instead of booze or heroin or, what the fuck ever.
Jesus doesnt love you, love yourself. Hell if Jesus IS real he’s the one that let you get all fuckin smacked up in the first place, he was a bit of a wine drinker I’m sure he was just passed out.
Having overcome seasickness, and having found my sea legs, I now take great pleasure in climbing to the crows nest at sunset and enjoying my ration of rum heaving to and fro in the waves. The wind is already starting to chill at night, but in a most refreshing way. I still know no one on this ship, many people speaking languages unfamiliar to me, and have consequentially often been lost in my own thoughts. The vast unending sea still seems a foreign visage, however I am slowly acclimating to it, and between anxious contemplation of the wide open spaces find it to be aesthetically pleasing. Looking out at the wild blue yonder I cant help but contemplate what secrets it holds, and what fates lie on its varied shores. No man is an island they say, perhaps we are simply archipelagos, and the sea is our only binding commonality.
Mystics and schizophrenics find themselves in the same ocean, but the mystics swim whereas the schizophrenics drown.
R.D. Lang
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Just waiting to wake up in a nuthouse, having someone tell me this has all been a dream, then burning me with a cigarette. no big whoop...
Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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