Sunday, February 12, 2012
A Little Sunday Morning Rant
There is also the ever-popular, "Why didn't anyone do anything? Well, why didn't they do MORE?" commentary. On top of this, there is the "Let's blame the spouse/ex-spouse" contingent.
With the news of Whitney Houston's death yesterday, that sort of talk ramped up again. Houston was found dead in her hotel room. There is no official cause of death yet, but everyone seems to understand it was likely drugs or the effects of previous abuse.
My father-in-law often says drug and alcohol abuse will lead you one of two places: Behind bars or in the ground. Sometimes it happens quickly. Other times, it happens slowly. But, have no doubt, it will happen.
Funny how people don't throw around that "selfish" word when someone dies after a life of eating fried foods or years of smoking cigarettes or a life of driving too fast while not wearing a seat belt. No one ever says it when someone dies because every day they chose to eat something they shouldn't have and filled their arteries with crud.
No, it's always the drug addict who is "selfish."
Addiction is a disease. Be glad you don't have it. Be glad you don't have to live with someone who has it, that you don't have to have people wonder why no one did anything about it or tell you to your face, six hours after a funeral, that you were in denial. Even if you know you weren't in denial, that stings. Even if you know that this person doesn't know one damn thing about you and your life. Even if you know that you drove a person to rehab twice. That you begged him to stop. That you bought into the bull shit that if the person loved you and your children enough, he would stop.
Have you ever tried to fight a demon? You probably haven't. Try to imagine if you could do it. Try to imagine the last time you attempted to deny yourself something relatively innocuous like a Diet Coke or another cup of coffee or an extra serving of mashed potatoes. Then times that craving by about a zillion.
And then after you've adequately thanked Him for your good luck? Perhaps you could shut the fuck up.