The Truth Isn't Bitter, It Is Unsweetened in Current Events

I had one of the worst sleeps of my life. My mind interpreted every bump in the night as a life-threatening threat. My crackwhore neighbor does not sleep. Every noise she made woke me up and kept me up. It was so menacing. I knew this was going to happen with my roommate away on holiday.

I think it was around this time last year when she tried to break into my suite to attack me. Then my too-real rhetoric about addicts made me some enemies. Society gives us the script that we are obligated to give everybody compassion and empathy. People who are victims in situations that they created are write-offs to me. Not everybody who fails in life and health is a victim. They have weak characters and make bad choices. Their codependency is toxic and parasitic to the rest of us. I don’t agree that it is compassionate to coddle them. When you do something shameful, you should feel shame.

I had a friend that was like an older brother to me. He was an addict. He died. He’s dead and he is going to be dead for a really long time because of his addiction. All I felt was relief at his funeral. His battle was over. It hurt that he was gone. It sucked but we adjusted to his absence and our lives got better because there was no longer an addict dragging us down. That is just the cold harsh reality, but nobody is allowed to say it out loud. Was he better off dead? No, but we were better off without his drama. That is not hyperbole. That is reality. Our lives did in fact get better. We were all in that fight and now we aren’t.

The addicts I know are not like the ones in the awful shows & movies. They’re not complex characters with a save-me complex. With storylines that are supposed to make me understand and want to help. They rob you. Hurt you. Use you. They pimp out their children. They’re not harmless. They make neighborhoods bad. They drag society down. We are not the sum of our darkest moments but I don’t care. This is where I write people off. You are the weakest link, goodbye! I’m not getting dragged down into their black hole because I am supposed to feel sorry for them. The most important person in an emergency is yourself. I will always put myself first. When you do dumb shit, dumb shit will happen. Don’t do drugs, drugs are bad, mmkay. That should be a no-brainer.

I didn’t press charges on my neighbor. She got clean. Her mother came and nursed her back to health. Her husband moved back in. Her sons come to visit again and she gets to see her grandchildren. She still gives me the death glare whenever we cross paths because I got her arrested. Good for her but she wasn’t the victim. I was. I don’t owe anybody anything.