While familiarity may breed contempt in some social circles, most people who get to know me are more commonly afflicted by morbid curiosity. It takes only a few conversations of any depth before I find myself confronted by an inevitable question. “So, what was it that turned you into such a depressed and bitter drug addict?”
For many people, this might be a complicated question, if not offensive. Who can say with certainty what twists a normal human mind, full of potential and promise, into a mangled mass of neurons such as mine. Genetic defects, perhaps; a brain born incapable of producing that optimum mix of neurotransmitters essential to a happy and fulfilled life. Or a half-buried childhood trauma that wordlessly drives one into a self-destructive cocoon of chemical isolation. Or, conceivably, being smarter than most of one’s peers and capable of recognizing the tortured hypocrisies that fill the world we inhabit…
Read the rest in the Clockwise Cat…
Ah Gil, at least in the 1980s there was a healthy population of unstable youngsters raging against the Regean machine with consumer and unregulated drugs alike. Now everyone has drunk the cool aid passed out by the ruling classes in the past few years, and there is very little resistance left. Some examples:
The Patriot Act
No-one from the “progressive” movement stood up for ACORN
Military personal are considered “heroes”
Comment by Anne McLeer — March 18, 2010 @