People get into trouble when they start thinking of drugs (or food, or sex...) as a destination rather than a vehicle. Pot enables you think deeply about things but it doesn't do the thinking for you. Opiates make you feel relaxed and euphoric but it's an empty place that you come down from, and you're no better off for having been there (in fact, you're worse off). Psychedelics lead you on a wilderness safari of the mind and the universe, but if you don't take responsibility and take the wheel, you're liable to careen off into insanity. Speed and cocaine give you tons of energy but they don't clean the house for you.
Likewise, Prozac can ease some of your disabling sadness but it doesn't make you happy or get you a job. You have to do that. Valium takes away your fear but it doesn't make you more skilled at socializing. Ibuprofen makes your feet less sore but it doesn't give you better shoes or prevent you from running on concrete. Everything you come across in your life can be used constructively, or used destructively, or not used at all. The choices are up to you, and the outcome of your choices is your responsibility.
Monday, March 27
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