"It's a dangerous business... going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
It occurred to me that I need more writing practice; so, it's time to just do it.
I guess it's only fitting that it's around the time school is starting back up. One doesn't keep a schedule for 20 years and, all of a sudden, break into a new one. Unless you have amnesia, perhaps.
An addiction counselor has noted that some marijuana addictions in younger humans are less about the chemical deficiencies that one needs to overcome, and more about healthy behaviors that need to be taught to overwrite unhealthy ones. It occurs to me that this might fight my relationship to mindless videogaming. Sometimes it is a form of meditation, and others it just seems to be about killing time in a comfortable place-- like going back to a favorite part in a favorite book and reading it over and over. You know you're not going anywhere, but that place/feeling/time is somewhere you just want to stay.
When Madolyn told Billy in The Departed that she just wanted to keep her life, "on an even keel" and he responded "So, one of your parent's was an alcoholic," I thought this quip was totally out of left field and a case of a script writer playing god, but I've come to realize that it isn't. This aforementioned behavior is one that is present in those people who have to battle with addiction, or who have had to live with someone in this state.
It seems a bit too poetic that my functional alcoholic parental figure really likes sailing.
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