Question: Who do you want to call?
Answer: There’s been a rash of idiots lately that seem to think it’s necessary to be a jerk to all the known human populace. I am fine with this. It is part of that magical fairy dust called life and I’ve learned to treat it as such. For the most part. There does come that special person who believes that there opinion and worldview is so important, is so necessary to the ongoing conversation that I am charged with the big Boomstick of Revengeance (+13 to initiative, -24 to anyone caring) and have to say something. When your mother and father brought you into this world with one too many vodka martinis and a rumble bed at their disposal, all bets were off. They had you. They gave you the skills to grow up and make your decisions and deal the consequences. Even if the outcome put you and them between a rock and the Thing’s buttcheeks, they love you and would go to the end’s of the Earth to make sure that you had every opportunity to succeed or fail at your whim. Fine. I am sure this is a perfectly wonderful way of parenting and life skill implementation.
Now that I have your attention and you know that I am not oblivious to the overall scope of life, I am going to speak directly to this person. No names. No mention of associations. They know who they are and if I said this to their face or familiars, I am sure I would get the reaming of a lifetime. Actually I am pretty sure I am going to piss off more than my share of followers with this rant.
People care about you. People that you either left or only know through family. Each and every one of them is aware of your sickness, what I call the cost of stupidity. It’s what society deems as a problem. Drugs are a WONDERFUL medium for writers, artists, musicians. Hell even actors (RDJ, I am looking at you) gain some benefit from their utility to expand the mindspace. Many are ruined husks of their former selves but, and yes this is a big BUT, those who can survive the wrecking ball produce some of the most prolific pieces of work. This benefits man. Sitting in a hospital bed, worrying your parents and loved ones, and subsequently mouthing off on those who prayed for you, doesn’t benefit anyone. You look more like a jackass.
Oh, you say you don’t care? It’s freedom of speech and, and and your beliefs? Fuck you. After everything you’ve done, all the poor common sense decisions, after getting clean. You really believe you have a God-given right to speak down on people? Oh wait, I used God-given but you don’t believe in God. Your predicament has left you with little to no concept of humility, of grace. You believe your thoughts are actually worth something. I have a newsflash and it might, maybe, come across a bit harsh: *whispers* they aren’t. You have to put in the hard work, every single mind-numbingly boring struggle of a day. Get from stage 1 to stage 2 and so forth in order to gain trust and the respect from those who actually care about you. The situation and the past events of your life don’t just affect you. It spiders out and the web drives into the horizon, snatching up people’s thoughts and kindness that you probably never considered. You never asked for their thoughts and prayers? It’s not up to you. You lost your control on everything, EVERYTHING!, when you snorted, cooked, injected, drank, or swallowed whatever poisonous deathmark that was given to you.
To counter your statement, our medicinal system that you so proudly champion is pretty fucking awesome. I’ll give that to you. But your willpower is not. Evidence? See hospital bill. All those prayers and thoughts were not for your sole benefit, they were for your family as well. Your naive mother who doesn’t know what to do anymore and doesn’t need to be left out in the cold any longer than she should. I’d go on about the rest of your family but I’d probably like an ignorant prick.
I don’t care what you’ve done in your past life. I’ve learned my past doesn’t make me who I am. My choices have been a shitty tour guide of life but for the most part, I try not to dwell on my absolute ridiculously poor common sense. So I am calling you out. Get your life together and learn some humility. Perhaps a little religion could do you some good. I am not saying become a full-fledged member of the Church. Any church will do. Don’t get caught up in the politics. I am not a very good writer and look, the Bible may be old and it’s not written very well but it’s stories are of human struggle and triumph over bad stuff. It’s kind of comforting to know that there is some sort of enigmatic puzzle in between those covers. Don’t take it literally but definitely give something a shot to recenter your shit. You may not be so lucky with modern science the next time your body feels weird.
Headline music brought to you by the neutered positioning of DJ Krush’s album, Kakusei.