Fallen through the cracks

Dec 31, 2007 12:44

       Inside most people is some sort of fuse, that blows when the afflicted person realizes they're life is spiraling out of control.  I say most, because almost all of the drug addicts I've ever known personally actually aimed for the concrete with a smile on their face.  So baring them, everyone else finds a way to survive.  Sometimes I am actually thankful for my parents defects, they prepared me for the rest of the crazies out there.  Maybe it was lose shoe laces or something, but the next thing I knew I was completely behind in school and worse I didn't really care.  That lack of concern was reflected in my teachers who fudged my grades and a school district that didn't look to closely.  Kind of funny because of the odd things I've accomplished so far.   All of these things taught me about an almost undeniable theme of human existence.  Ann Rand, the mother of objective philosophy put it best summarized as "The rational individual's choice of values to pursue is guided by his need, if he chooses to live, to act so as to maintain and promote his own life."   What this means's is that if I find someone bleeding to death on the side walk, I am not going to help this person because I have to or even should... but if I want to.  Sounds heartless, but I was that person bleeding on the sidewalk at one point and no one wanted to help.

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I've so far missed out on typhoid or dysentery, but I know being TB positive sucked.  I don't think I ever mentioned that story, when I joined the military I was not in perfect shape, but I was healthy.  After a year in the military I was in shape and healthy.  Mysteriously when I left the military I had a positive TB test, was suffering from an undiagnosed case of PTSD, and unable to reliably sleep.  The DoD's response to me was, fuck off.  Three months after I was discharged from the military, the state of Colorado picked up the tab and provided me with a one year supply of anti-biotics.  My case was minor in the grand scheme of things, but it makes me wonder how the people coming back with missing body parts are fairing?   You might disagree with my belief that no one really gives a shit about anyone else, unless it's worth its while... but trust me, the moment you slip through the cracks and find yourself bleeding out on the pavement while the "normal" people walk around you're body, you won't be able to disprove me.    It's no surprise to me when I hear stories of people dying from multi-day gaming binges, of overdoses, or the occasional angry person stocking up on bullets and going duck hunt at their local school, college, work place, mall.  "If you're not angry, you haven't been paying attention" should really be "If you're not laughing, you haven't been paying attention."

Well done Marvin, well done

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