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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Quick thoughts on the drugs.


Addiction and death.  I am sorry.  It’s sad, I get it.  Through common acquaintances, I have caught whiff of another death in the scene recently.  This was heroin.  The older I get, the more pathetic I tend to find it.  Yes, that could have easily been me.  That being said and the fact that I have managed to escape alive so far makes me feel I am more than qualified to speak on this.  Death from addiction is not something to be mourned.  Addicts are severely twisted individuals desperate for love, attention, connection, etc.  The massive outpouring of emotion, condolences, reminiscences and such only serve to romanticize the moment of death to those who struggle with an addiction and are still alive.  If you want to do them a service and show your love, mourn their mess of a life while they are still alive rather than encouraging it.  If they make it to the point where the addiction kills them, if you really cared for them, their death is a relief.  If it comes as any shock to you, you are in a terrible state of denial.  The fact is though, that when an addict dies, their circle of enablers, largely other addicts and people with their own ugly issues, is forced, for a moment, to take a stark look at where they are headed.  This is where the grief comes from.  Honestly, many have either long forgotten or never really knew who the individual really was so what is there to grieve?  They grieve their failure as a friend, their lack of strength to walk away from the party and they grieve themselves.  I’m just not feeling very sympathetic about this.  I am not sorry.