Quote of the Day: “America is a large, friendly dog in a very small room. Every time it wags its tail, it knocks over a chair.”
- Arnold Toynbee
I could never be a drunk.
Or a drug addict.
Why? Because it’s wrong? Socially unacceptable?
Well, not exactly. I mean, it is those things but…
I don’t think I have the endurance. I’ve thought about this and I know how it feels to be drunk. It takes time and effort to get that way, you can’t get anything done when you’re in that state, and you are pretty much out of it the next day(s).
I don’t think I would have the strength to keep that up. I mean, I’m exhausted at the end of each day to the point that I basically pass out. To heap on top of that poisoning my body (even for the euphoria) and dealing with the consequences is unimaginable.
I see bums every time I run around San Diego and they look so utterly exhausted that even after my most trying running efforts, I don’t even compare. And this is just “another day in paradise” for them.
Plus, I would go nuts. To sacrifice my concentration, focus, and ability to read books or blogs, to write, plan, or organize … good God what would I do? Wallow in the false euphoria? Wouldn’t last.
I can go out and run 20 miles, sure, but I’m done for the day. And the next. But to continue that cycle….no way.
And that’s not even a good analogy because distance running helps your body in the long run (excuse the pun). I mean, you are getting healthier while enduring the physical and psychological stress. Being drunk or high moves you in the opposite direction.
But back to my point, even though I enjoy tearing my body to shreds through running, I question my ability to endure the ravages of alcoholism or drug abuse.
I don’t respect addicts or alcoholics by any means but I do pause to marvel at their endurance.
Free Advice for Today: “Once every couple of months enjoy a four-course meal–but eat each course at a different restaurant.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.