Substances have a way of making us feel things (or not feel things).
Ping pong, heroin, and the summer of ‘94.
Your BFF really wants to get dinner at that delicious vegan place but they don’t serve alcohol so you’re going to Buffalo Wild Wings and that’s not negotiable.
For the most part, tweak dealers are like the President of the Hair Club For Men: not just the President, but also a client. It’s not a group of people who follow the adage “don’t get high on your own supply.”
Stick your game face on. Get work. Three jobs if necessary. Consider all your outgoings, rationalize, plan, change your lifestyle. Work your way back up above the parapet of financial disaster they dumped you in.
So, the next time you think that there’s something wrong with people with obvious addictions or addictions to illegal substances, remember that you’re no different to them. The underlying mechanism – the need to do something in order to make yourself feel better – is there in all of us.
Love is not the cure to depression. It is not the cure for illness or disease or addiction. You can love someone every single day and still, it does nothing for the invisible monsters they’re facing on their own.
In the eyes of many men, the accessibility of free porn is a wonderful thing. It certainly serves its sticky purposes and provides great service to the pervert community. Porn has always slightly disturbed me, though, and probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.
There are few people that I look up to in life, but Ryan Holiday is one of them.
For someone like me who recognizes, in a general way, the futility of living, it was no surprise that I met school with boredom and disinterest.