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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.

I’m thinking every so often I’ll post a book, just because I can, and tell you if I think you should read it or not, who WOULDN’T trust the opinions of a drunk stranger concerning classical and contemporary literature, obviously.

Treasure Island, this is a book I read as a kid, some of you may have read it as a kid or a teen.  Personally all i remembered was typical pirate story, nothing really special.  I reread this as an adult, and found it a much more interesting book.  Though written from the perspective of a young teen boy, it’s much better understood from an adult mindset.  the brief synopsis ( SPOILERS ):

Jim Hawkins is a 13 year old boy who works at his family business the Benbow Inn.  A rich seacaptain comes to town and takes residence there, where he gets drunk and generally terrorizes the patrons.  He pays Jim each week to keep lookout for any seafaring men that should happen to pass through, especially the seafaring man with one leg.

The captain as it turns out was the first mate for a crew that found a great treasure and buried it on, you guessed it treasure island.  One day one of his old crew comes in and gives him the black spot, the mark of death, and the captain chases him out with a cutlass, come in and has a heart attack.  The doctor sees him and tells him if he keeps drinking he’ll die.  the next day hes getting booze shakes and drinks and dies, shocking.

Jim and the rich doctor set up a crew and sail for treasure island.  Half the crew turns out to be the old captains crew and when they hit the island they all mutiny and fight and so on.  A giggle here, and a laugh there later and the pirates are all dead but long john silver the one legged seafarer, who weasled his way into a pardon at the bitter end.

ok, now onto why you should read this as an adult.  Well it depends on who you are I suppose, i happened to grow up in a bit of a well, a coastal town of drunken fishermen, just really like horribly accented new england drunks.  As such these sort of character i found sadly relateable and was surprised to find besides the manner in which they spoke, the conversations and things they did were the same as whats going on now 100s of years later.

Infact a I reread the book as an adult i realized the treasure, the pirates, the sword fights, really the books not about them in the least.  I mean if you like action there’s plenty, but its an interesting and very subtle narration on things like the nature of people, the futility of seeking riches, the advantage and disadvantages of fighting, and so on.  And instead of it being the sort of young adult reader book i remembered it as, it was very adult, had some of the most memorable fictional characters I can think of, and had quotes, within context, that were astonishingly good writing.  I also have a suspicion that this book is where like 60% of our conceptions of a pirate come from.

It’s a shortish book, if you like reading and havent read it since youth, try picking it up sometime, if you havent read it and think its a teen pirate novel, its not, give it a shot, its one of those books where you legitimately want to know what happens next.

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Who says Germans arent poetic

A man, perhaps even you, sits one day on a rockface high above a roaring sea.  He lights a cigarette, and watches as the water batters the rocks, as he watches, for hours the waters rise and fall, he contemplates that fate itself must work in much the same way, he inserts himself into this concept and continues contemplating his existence.  

A small child happens upon the man, the rock face though precarious being easily reachable by a certain means, and pulls from her pocket a small collection of shells and rocks she has found, and how proud she is of them.  The man speaks with her awhile, about her collection and how its a wonderful collection, the only of its kind in all of existence, and produces his own pretty rock he found on his walk, and places it in her hand.

The mother, finding lost child apprehensively calls to her, seeing she is amongst company of this strange man on the rock face.  As it happens, it then comes to pass a strong breeze hits them and the frail girl is sent hurtling towards the edge of the rocks, and the man grabbing her coat, stops her from tumbling down the cliffside.

The mother frantically runs towards the man and flings herself onto him, latching on in unbenounced appreciation and depth.  The man not anticipating this, loses footing and the man and mother topple down the rocks and the child is left an orphan, just her and her rocks.

No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.

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My blog is going to be nothing but ranting basically, but i LOVE reading other peoples rants, and how fuckin unimportant the shit they care about is.  Gays and Lesbians crying about microgressions on how theyre genderfluid and not some other made up word or whatever stupid bullshit their special club comes up with.

Weebs bitching about Anime, Housewives bitching about their favorite fictional characters beings killed off from their faggy where has my life gone housewife shows.  Fat girls crying about sexual harassment, who you kiddin honey, you WISH you were being sexually harassed, hell so do I.  Yes I called you honey sugartits, cry about it on your blog.

Oh this ones my favorite ( and once i get some followers im sure the comment flames will be epic ) people bitching about people bitching in their comments about posts bitching about things. Though I’m bitching about people bitching about people bitching at their bitching, lifes all very grey area-ish.  No the stranger online didnt like you or what you had to say, no one on the internet or any other medium likes you either, hang yourself, I’ll teach you how to tie the noose if you want, start by putting the rope down like an “S” then you take one end and start wrapping it around...