i didn’t see anything about it being the only option…
And the only “reason you shouldn’t,” is if there is anything else you want, with which heroin addiction would interfere (which is pretty much everything, i guess…).
I personally can’t afford it, and hate needles, so that’s pretty much my only reason, at this point.
2 This was written in a moment of real pain: ergo, the chances of it happening are very small.
3 That said, how many times does a boxer have to get knocked down, before the refs call the fight ? Richard Pryor, in one of his classic standup routines, is a boxer who has been knocked down. The ref begins the count, to which Pryor says, ‘I don’t what you’re counting for, I aint gettin’ up till they’re finished sweeping up.’
I understand the metaphor well… and I might still be down from the last knock-out. There are, however, no refs to call the fight. The fight, aka life, simply continues unmercifully.
Richard Pryor… one of the many comedians that we’ve lost.
You wrote that the chances of your real pain happening again are small. That is good… Keep moving forward step by step.
no, he was talking about the chances of becoming a heroin addict being small, due to the notion having occurred in a moment of real pain, not as a recurring thought in normal circumstances.
The problem with the boxing metaphor is that in real life, once you’re down, they will keep kicking you, whilst down, until you either stop them, or die. Once you know you can’t stop them, but haven’t died yet… that’s when “i’m not getting up again” happens, and you just shut down and let it happen; you couldn’t stop it if you tried. Your “tries” are all spent, and it didn’t work, and you’re still down, and they’re still kicking, and it’s not going to stop. Might as well just relax and take the beating, instead of making it harder for yourself.
Instead of the boxing metaphor, i’d prefer: “don’t run… you’ll only die tired.”
If you were determined about ending your life, it would seem to be quite logical to try Heroin (which is basically the sensation of heaven for the first couple shots) once or twice. But I think you’d wind up becoming a complete human worm, keeping up an addict life for years and years…
Well, for starters, heroin is expensive and rather gross. I mean, who the fuck knows who made that shit or what they used to produce it? It probably came from some makeshift lab in a third-world country where they cut it with crushed up leaves from indigenous plants (not poppy-related). Maybe they shit in it just to spite the first-worlders who will inevitably buy the finished product. I think I would rather become a dog-shit addict because at least I know what’s in that. Probably isn’t as much fun, though.
And dying takes just as much, if not more work than trying to live better than you have in the past. It’s a lot like becoming a dog-shit addict, really. Why not stick to some fun drug, like MDMA? At least that way you’d die from having a heart attack whilst dancing like an imbecile in a room full of people dancing like imbeciles to rave music. If I had to choose a way to go, that’d probably be it.
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that shit is good!!:)
Why is that your only option?
i didn’t see anything about it being the only option…
And the only “reason you shouldn’t,” is if there is anything else you want, with which heroin addiction would interfere (which is pretty much everything, i guess…).
I personally can’t afford it, and hate needles, so that’s pretty much my only reason, at this point.
1 Thanks a lot to you guys for responding.
2 This was written in a moment of real pain: ergo, the chances of it happening are very small.
3 That said, how many times does a boxer have to get knocked down, before the refs call the fight ? Richard Pryor, in one of his classic standup routines, is a boxer who has been knocked down. The ref begins the count, to which Pryor says, ‘I don’t what you’re counting for, I aint gettin’ up till they’re finished sweeping up.’
Is this a metaphor for me ? For many of us ?
I understand the metaphor well… and I might still be down from the last knock-out. There are, however, no refs to call the fight. The fight, aka life, simply continues unmercifully.
Richard Pryor… one of the many comedians that we’ve lost.
You wrote that the chances of your real pain happening again are small. That is good… Keep moving forward step by step.
no, he was talking about the chances of becoming a heroin addict being small, due to the notion having occurred in a moment of real pain, not as a recurring thought in normal circumstances.
The problem with the boxing metaphor is that in real life, once you’re down, they will keep kicking you, whilst down, until you either stop them, or die. Once you know you can’t stop them, but haven’t died yet… that’s when “i’m not getting up again” happens, and you just shut down and let it happen; you couldn’t stop it if you tried. Your “tries” are all spent, and it didn’t work, and you’re still down, and they’re still kicking, and it’s not going to stop. Might as well just relax and take the beating, instead of making it harder for yourself.
Instead of the boxing metaphor, i’d prefer: “don’t run… you’ll only die tired.”
@dr
In the words of the old duder himself, ‘I like your style (and vibe), man’.
If you were determined about ending your life, it would seem to be quite logical to try Heroin (which is basically the sensation of heaven for the first couple shots) once or twice. But I think you’d wind up becoming a complete human worm, keeping up an addict life for years and years…
Well, for starters, heroin is expensive and rather gross. I mean, who the fuck knows who made that shit or what they used to produce it? It probably came from some makeshift lab in a third-world country where they cut it with crushed up leaves from indigenous plants (not poppy-related). Maybe they shit in it just to spite the first-worlders who will inevitably buy the finished product. I think I would rather become a dog-shit addict because at least I know what’s in that. Probably isn’t as much fun, though.
And dying takes just as much, if not more work than trying to live better than you have in the past. It’s a lot like becoming a dog-shit addict, really. Why not stick to some fun drug, like MDMA? At least that way you’d die from having a heart attack whilst dancing like an imbecile in a room full of people dancing like imbeciles to rave music. If I had to choose a way to go, that’d probably be it.