It Is Exactly What It Is!

Let me begin by saying, I’m more than prepared for this particular blog topic to be considered very controversial.  I already know that my opinion will probably be extremely unpopular.  Nevertheless, here goes.  

If I hear another person describing alcoholism or drug abuse—prescription or otherwise—as a disease, I’m going to lose it…backlash be damned!  

Contrary to popular belief, alcoholism and drug abuse are not true diseases.  That’s right!  As a matter of fact, both are as a direct result of poor personal choices/behaviors instead of responsible participation!  The truth of the matter is no one forced you to indulge.  And, furthermore, no one made you ignore your own limitations.  

There, I said it!  

Cancer is a disease. Tuberculosis is a disease.  Arthritis is a disease.  I repeat, alcoholism and drug abuse are choices.  Yes, choices.  Regardless of whether or not the abuser solicits street level or medically prescribed pharmaceuticals, if we are honest, we know that they both require active and continued dedication.  

I know, I know, some will say many cancers are also a choice because they occur as a result of negligence in diet and/or overall upkeep on the part of its host.  Same for arthritis.  However, many more cancers occur amongst those who are conscientious about all of these things.  Live right or live poorly, cancer and other illnesses may still find you.  This is because diseases like cancer are not only unpredictable but, more importantly, uncontrollable.  Many are born with and/or inherit arthritis and other ills through no fault of their own, to say nothing of those who catch various illnesses because those around them refuse to take proper precautions.

Conversely, I think we can all agree that alcohol consumption requires an acquired taste and as such, a certain level of commitment.  I mean, no one is born appreciating (or even knowing) the taste of a Mimosa over breast milk or some other variation of mother’s milk.  This means time, practice and a little patience are needed when cultivating this particular palate.  Are people sometimes born predisposed to become addicts?  Of course.  Are they born already aware of and involved in the thing they become addicted to?  Absolutely not. 

Now, don’t misunderstand me, drinking alcohol and/or taking prescribed medication in and of themselves isn’t necessarily a bad thing. As a matter of fact, they can be useful towards regaining and/or maintaining good health.  However, you can’t cry foul after you put in time to become proficient in alcohol tasting/drinking/drug use just because you find you can no longer handle or control your acquired taste.  Likewise, you can’t play the drug addiction disease card if you deliberately and repeatedly exceed medically recommended doses.

To be clear, I do have a bit more sympathy for prescription drug abusers vs. street level drug users.  Nevertheless, I think it is important that we all understand that each of us has a responsibility to guard our own health.  This is especially true for pain management… which seems to be a major contributor to drug and alcohol abuse.  

Trust me, I get it.  No one wants to be in any kind of pain be it mental, physical, etc.  However, there are other proven methods of pain relief that don’t involve swallowing innumerable amounts of prescriptions, OTC pain killers or alcohol.  

Consider prayer, meditation, hot baths, cold baths, light stretches, etc.  Additionally, make sure you’re getting much needed rest, sunlight and vitamin supplements as needed. Also, remember to stay hydrated.  

In other words, we need to do everything we can to maintain our own health.

However, if after all the negative information regarding alcohol/drug abuse is not enough to deter you and you become one of the millions of people who are willing to meet strangers in dark alleys to purchase God only knows what from God only knows who then, and I hate to say this, you deserve whatever you get.  And, if perchance you become addicted, that’s a price you have decided on and are willing to pay, right?  

Finally, if whatever you purchased and ingested without question results in your or a loved one’s death, remember you/your loved one gambled with your/their respective health and life as if you had eight or nine more waiting in the wings.  

That’s right, you and you alone decided to put your trust in a street pharmacist.  The choice (there’s that word again) was ultimately yours!  You’re not a victim.  You’re the culprit!

Can anybody hear me?

I Think I Hate Men

I think I hate men.

No.  That’s not right.

I’m almost sure that I do… but not for the reasons that you might suppose.

I’m not heartbroken over the one that got away.  I’m not recovering from physical or emotional abuse at the hands of a domineering lout.  I’m not even dealing with the aftermath of infidelity.

In fact, there’s actually a lot I love about men.

You see, I love their physiques (obviously).  I love their attitude.  I love how quickly they get over conflicts.  I love how they can thrive in the midst of adversity.  I love how they smell and even how they laugh.

So what’s the problem, right?

The problem (and the reason I hate them)… is their unfair advantage over women.

What do I mean?

Simply stated, I hate how the world treats men differently from women.  I hate how, for some reason, they age differently from women even though they have just as many years under their belts.  An old woman is past her prime; used up.  An old man “still got it.”

I hate how happy they are with themselves even when they aren’t attractive.  Women spend thousands to look their best, fight off the ravages of time and cover any blemishes.  Men will walk around with their guts out, their hair askew and their faces pockmarked and misshapen, fully confident that they can attract a “perfect 10” with little to no effort on their parts.

I hate how they can reset their family/time/body clock by simply marrying someone half their age and having more children.

I know, I know, women can do that too!  However, even here, she is at a distinct disadvantage.  If her much younger man wants children, she may have to birth a baby at a late age even if she already has grown children.  Ignoring that grown children are another animal altogether, carrrying a child is a lot more intensive than watching someone else do it.

Even if the younger man agrees to adopt children, the older woman starts over in the worse way: Diapers, Kindergarten, PTAs, etc.

Again?

Who wants to do that unless you have money and can afford a nanny to help out?

And then there’s the issue of trust involved with that.  Compare the number of single fathers you know to the number of single mothers.  All too often, men have the option of simply walking out, leaving the mother to raise any children alone.

Men don’t even have that as an issue when they marry a young girl. Oftentimes, she hasn’t experienced these things yet and has the energy to keep up with the demands of young children, to say nothing of the novelty and newness of such a thing.

Is it just me or does this seem very unfair?

So, looking back at my previous statement, I guess I really hate men because they have more lives than women.

What does that mean?

It means that, like a cat, they get a seemingly endless number of do-overs.  They can stop and start and restart their body/life clock whenever they like.

Meanwhile, women are in a footrace against that same body/life clock to meet, marry and bear children before they end up as old maids…or raising children well into their fifties and, God forbid, their sixties!

I know, I know.

Women are having babies at older ages, and you always have women who want that life and embrace starting over.  But for the vast majority, getting through with childbearing and rearing and getting back to your own life is the goal.  And they can’t reset the clock whenever they please.  Once their time is up, they’ve essentially expired.

Can anybody hear me?