Been a bit of a while since I've posted. Alchemy was great, Zoltar the Brother from Another Planet was a guest DJ - he played some really hard shit that I hadn't heard before which was freakin' great.
In my partial slumber I had all these posts worked out, I remember I was relatively happy that I had found the medium between a casual post and something that illustrated something about me. Ah yes - here it is.
Occasionally the world gives you quite a lesson, these past few weeks have been a great example of that. For a long while, during HS and my first year of college, I was the most straight edge mother fucker on the planet. I had my morality clearly sorted out, drugs = bad, people who do drugs = bad. Sure I had friends who were into drugs, but I guess I always considered them "tainted'. This past semester I took up smoking, so I lost the 'edge' so to speak. I also had a great sociology course wherein we explored the social problem of drug use. I came to the conclusion that, hey, people who do drugs aren't bad, they're not "lesser" because they put a chemical into their body.
Then I came back home and found that one of my somewhat close friends has taken up Heroin. It's really easy to sit back in comfortable acedemia and theorize, no mater how compelling the example from literature, or how vivid the video - even the slightest hint of reality that imposes on your life throws all that shit out of the window.
I haven't seen my friend, because I'm still conflicted. I'm also scared of how I'll react. The great schism between intellect and emotion - I know it doesn't make her a bad person, but somehow I don't feel that way.
Frustrating, no?
In my partial slumber I had all these posts worked out, I remember I was relatively happy that I had found the medium between a casual post and something that illustrated something about me. Ah yes - here it is.
Occasionally the world gives you quite a lesson, these past few weeks have been a great example of that. For a long while, during HS and my first year of college, I was the most straight edge mother fucker on the planet. I had my morality clearly sorted out, drugs = bad, people who do drugs = bad. Sure I had friends who were into drugs, but I guess I always considered them "tainted'. This past semester I took up smoking, so I lost the 'edge' so to speak. I also had a great sociology course wherein we explored the social problem of drug use. I came to the conclusion that, hey, people who do drugs aren't bad, they're not "lesser" because they put a chemical into their body.
Then I came back home and found that one of my somewhat close friends has taken up Heroin. It's really easy to sit back in comfortable acedemia and theorize, no mater how compelling the example from literature, or how vivid the video - even the slightest hint of reality that imposes on your life throws all that shit out of the window.
I haven't seen my friend, because I'm still conflicted. I'm also scared of how I'll react. The great schism between intellect and emotion - I know it doesn't make her a bad person, but somehow I don't feel that way.
Frustrating, no?