A hug!?
This is not a time for sympathy, Adlerian. This is a time for rejoicing, for celebration. I have set you free. You can do whatever you want. Drink some paint, it doesn’t matter.
Just enjoy the now, dude, and keep your hands off of me.
They’re pretty big mitts.
Meanwhile, I have never found solace in drug use. Perhaps I’m the loser.
Only the dead are content. Endless desire is the stuff of life. Drugs are just another food with very little nutrition. They briefly quench the unquenchable, and give very little beyond momentary pleasure. But momentary pleasure is what our culture is all about.
See, you even use the typical term to cliché everything as if the entire drug war were some stupid stage event in the first place, coming complete with drugs, psychologically troubled people, lawyers to defend users in court, commercials to stereo-type the drug user into a “loser,” peer pressure at school, Bob Dylan albums, Dr. Phil shows, and the lower-class division in capitalist america making it possible in the first place to compliment the whole thing and top it off with a cherry.
Phew.
This is your brain.
This is your brain on the Adlerian.
Any questions?
I’m kidding.
Look, just because you don’t use drugs doesn’t make you a loser.
“Perhaps I’m the loser.”
That wasn’t a loaded statement. I kind of meant it. I was reflecting on my various drug experiences and found that I never got much out of it. I would rather read a good sci-fi book than smoke the best weed. I enjoy stims but not if they are too strong. So, perhaps I don’t have the “drug user” gene.
Let’s clarify what that might entail.
A person who possesses chromosome Z will be just as likely to develop a tendency to want to use drugs as would a person with chromosome M, who is predetermined to have the tendency, though not because M was less prone to have the ability to decide whether or not to use drugs- where essentially the question has any relevence- but because Z was physiologically adapatable, just like M, to drug use wherein these behaviral tendencies would manifest.
There can be no physical state that effects the conscious choice to use drugs. The decision is one of freewill. That the heroin addict beats you over the head with a stick to steal your wallet does not mean that he had to do so. Likewise, the act of using drugs must always involve the sequence and deliberation of intentions and ends, all of which are chosen projects. For the heroin addict, the choice to hold back from using drugs, even at the expense of terrible stomach pains and cold-sweats, is possible and therefore addiction is impossible.
The human mind has the capacity to with-hold from itself a pleasure that would relieve it of its present suffering. Conscious will is always possible when one is self-aware. The proof for freewill, as Sartre once put it, is in the fact that a consciousness can deny an act, rather than affirm it.
Right, I of course was making a joke about how much I hate genetic theories of behavior.
is pot any more of a drug, then pizza? maybe pot should be looked at like food. eat till your full, you can eat cranberries every meal, but you will probly get sick, or you can dance.
adler–what are stims, and will they f me up, did you see the lions wardrobe yet?, i new you would like it.
Stimulants, are what I was refering to. They can make you feel full of energy or anxiety, but take too much and you go psychotic.
Yes, I saw Narnia and enjoyed it quite a bit. The animal effects were just great. However, I have a few thoughts and wonder what you think.
As you may know, the story is supposed to be close to the story of Jesus. It’s easy to see when you look at what happens to the lion being. Remember that?
Anyway, I found it amusing that the christ figure was a lion as a lion is a dangerous and stupid beast. Also, most of the problems in the movie were solved through violence. I attribute this to English culture transforming the christian concepts into their own. The king of England and other royals are frequently symbolized by a lion and many a war was fought over christian goodness in Europe. So, I saw the story as a form of propaganda for not only christianity but the European kind at that.
I like the fawn and the kids though. Thankfully, the fawn got through his child molester vibe in the end.
the lion–yes i remember. the lion being a stupid beast-- in the first book the lion is talking to the other animals, and he tells them all, that they have elevated from the stupid beasts, they now have a sense of humor, which the lion posessed as well…so all the animals lost their egos, and became their souls. all the animals became equal. the violence----you have to understand , narnia is egoless, so there is nothing to work out. in narnia youe eithir evil or good. so, war was the only way. evil attacks good…good is not naieve, so it gets sords, and tears shit up. it fights with grace. at least that what i got from ebert and roeper. peace.
did you happen to notice how none of the children actors had egos. they wernt acting, they were just reading lines. acept for that one kid who was the son of adam, he had ego, but at the end, he became pure, and lost it.
Have you been talking to Nick A about this movie?
Do you have Presence?
no, i havent talked to a nick.
everyone has presence. turntabalists are not born, you know.?
So, funk isn’t part of the soul. Well, that’s good to know.
yep. if you dont think your fresh, imagine yourself fresh, remember what you were wearing, and dance. i imagine you fresh, though. wear it. once your fresh, just move, while touching a medium. you will see( or hear) the movement of your dopeness. you will be an artist. step 1. imagine yourself with an imagination. step to. wreck shop, or just plain tear fabric.
make your own slang and declare yourself cool.
Baack on topic…
Can drug users be content?
I am a 20 year old History student from New Zealand. I grew up on a farm on the west coast of the North Island of New Zealand, and I am now at Auckland University. I hate Auckland with a passion, I always have, but unfortunately my circumstances have some degree of dictation over my current location.
I say “some degree of dictation”. I do not believe in fate, God, or any concept that our life has already been predetermined. I believe in free will, and as such, I freely chose to go to University, I wanted to go to the best University I could get into, and that was Auckland. I do not regret my compromise.
I have lost several close friends in drug-related incidents. A very good friend of mine recently passed away from a heroine overdose. Three people, one of whom had been my ex-girlfriend’s sister were killed in a vehicle accident where the driver of the other car was high on P.
I know two people who are currently “addicted” to P, and I see what it does to them.
I feel for them, because they are not content.
I have been using weed regularly for well over a year now, more regularly than usual over my summer break purely because I have nothing else to do but get stoned and lay on my sofabed in the sun on my back lawn.
I smoke weed both on my own and socially.
I smoke weed because I like the laughing fits I get when I’ve had just a little, the floating feeling it gives me when I’ve had just enough, and the pleasant knockout it gives me when I have too much. I pay a weekly visit to my dealer and have sessions with him and his brother, and they and a couple of their mates are the greatest people I have had the pleasure of getting horribly stoned with.
I am a go-between for my dealer and my friends. I only sell to people who I know smoke weed already, and most of the people who buy off me used to sell to me. I never sell to someone I don’t know.
I am not rich, and I do not make any money from selling drugs. I on-sell at cash price. My job does not pay terribly well, and University generally soaks up any money I have left after my bills are paid and my weed is bought.
If I gave up drinking, smoking and weed, my life would be a lot cheaper, but then I wouldn’t have anything else to spend my money on.
You can’t take your money with you when you die. Why bother saving it?
Long ago I gave up caring what anybody thought about me or any aspect of my life. The only opinions I care about are those of my mother and my father. I live my life the way I want to, with as little influence as possible from those around me. If I want to do something I do it, if I do not want to do it, I don’t.
I love my life and everything in it. As young as I am, as poor as I am, and as busy as I am, I am happy. I am successful.
I am a drug user, and I am most definately content.
I posted this on another thread, but I still think it relevant to this topic. Although I mention cigarettes in this, I feel the same way about drugs in general too - I have tried some drugs in the past and I have since quit smoking and taking any drugs (although I judge no one else for their choices):
We all pay for our vices while we’re here on this short voyage through life. Anything excessive: dieting, loud music, cigarettes, drugs, soft drinks, WATER killed someone recently - overdosed on WATER!!..google it if you don’t believe me, walking outside, staying inside, driving, flying.
We are at a risk for our lives every day we wake. My humble opinion is that we should focus more on the quality of life while we’re here than obsessing over what will prolong our stay. Death is inevitable. Example: I smoke, but I want to quit. WHY? Not because I think it will make me live longer or that it’s morally wrong. I just want to be able to walk long distances without succumbing to fatigue - things like that. Emphysema is a risk that I’m aware of, but we really can’t control how we will leave this planet. Control is an illusion that many people should put aside. Spend three years dieting to lose fifty pounds and die in a car accident…we have no control. Just do your best to ensure a high quality of life while you’re here or time will pass by and you will have missed the best ride of your life.
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