exactly how did shooting crap into you body help any of the things you mentioned? weak people try to run and hide. strong mature people face their problems. now that you have as you say "grown up", if faced with hard life experiences, would you turn to drugs again? probably not because you are stronger. since being stronger now would keep you from making the same mistakes again it shows that you were weak and immature before. that is exactly what i said in the last post. addiction is a mental weakness. an inability to cope.
Just nevermind. You'll never understand if you've never experienced addiction yourself or with a loved one.
Our actions are mainly affected by our environment. It's hard to determine who is weak and who is strong by just looking at their actions. I have never did any drugs and I don't believe I will do any in the future. However, it doesn't make me mentally stronger than others. It just mean that I was in a good environment. (I am actually scared of drugs). Those who have overcome their addiction are mentally strong. I know it takes a lot of courage and discipline to overcome it. However, in order to feel alive, people shouldn't be doing risky things like jumping off a plane or go bungee jumping. Extreme sports are extremely stupid with no benefit whatsoever. To me, doing any extreme stuffs would make me a person who lack in logic and reasoning. Just live and enjoy life is fine for me.
That's all I was trying to say PA, I am just thankful that I lived through what I went through, and it gave me a greater appreciation for life. Some people don't have to experience so much to "love life" while I believe others are put in certain situations so that they will learn to. All issues aside, I just wanted to share my story to show that even though life can be shitty as hell sometimes, in the end... it's all worth it.
Oh God I knew shouldn't have said all of that on here. No I didn't I was too scared, I was very, very young and like I said my dad passed, actually the day I was going to tell him...
"After great pain a formal feeling comes-- The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore? And yesterday--or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. This is the hour of lead Remembered if outlived, As freezing persons recollect the snow-- First chill, then stupor, then the letting go." - Emily Dickinson
I just had another nodding session. My dad was going through all my mistakes as usual....like wasting time trading.....not studying more accounting (even though I got an accounting designation already).....not having a wife.....and for not having a better job (I just recently got a job; it pays less than my old one, but I am grateful anyway) Life is full of negativity--especially from parents. They want to encourage us, but they don't know us anymore, since we change so much. No matter how old I become, and how much more of a professional accountant I am, they will still talk to me like I am one of those spiky-haired, leather-wearing rebellious teenager who just got arrested for robbery. lol There is nothing I could do, or would do, but just to nod. Cost and benefit wise, it doesn't make sense to do anything else but nod. Anyway, I'll just have to stay calm, stay positive, and stay in the path of my goals. This is life. This is living. And this is a comedy. In the mean time, I will enjoy my time spent with him until I can be on my own again. PA