I want to speak to all the substance abusers out there. Not the ones who go to the club once a week and have a few in a responsible way. Not the ones who have a little wine in the evening. Not the people who smoke a joint sometimes after a long hard day at work. I want to say something to the people who can't exist without mind altering substances. You are ruining other people's lives. What right do you have?
The guy that smokes pot several times a day every day. He can't hold a job if he can manage to even get one. His days are spent sleeping, and then he gets up, watches tv, gets stoned, and plays video games until 5 AM. How reprehensible is it when someone expects the world to feed and clothe them, leaves the support of their children up to others - like the other parent - while they get stoned?
How about alcohol? The grandparent who embarrasses their family because they are stupid drunk at little Johnny's birthday party? The housewife who gets pissy every afternoon with her cocktail and turns into a drama queen. Or the guy who plays Jekyll and Hyde every day after work. He changes from the serious, intelligent man at work to a lunatic idiot who makes everyone around him miserable. He hasn't been able to get an erection in over a year, and his wife cries herself to sleep wondering why he doesn't want her anymore.
Let's not forget the meth and crack addicts, with their warped sense of reality and their need that always comes first. The cost of stealing from family, losing their jobs, getting arrested and guilt-tripping their family and friends into bailing them out. The irrational behavior, getting mad at loved ones who will no longer prop them up while they eat their once-functional brains away with drugs.
Years go by. Once loving ties between people are destroyed. The family members left behind sit and wonder what happened. What did they do wrong? Was it their fault? Maybe they should have seen the signs of substance abuse sooner. Maybe they shouldn't have bailed them out all those times. Maybe it's their fault that most of the people they love are drunks and druggies. Maybe they are an enabler and it is their fault.
Do those people know what misery, heartbreak, and confusion they put their loved ones through? I doubt it. Even if they do, drugs and alcohol have worn away their ability to care.
You vile creatures. What right do you have to put the good people in your life through that? Somebody please tell me.