Drug Addiction

I got Myspace message from my friend the other day. I haven’t seen or heard from him since eighth grade so I was kind of curious as to what he was up to. Apparently in he made it through high school with honors and went to Rutgers University with a full scholarship. He started hanging out with the wrong crowd in college, though. He started smoking weed and then moved on to cocaine. Huis grades dropped and he stopped going to classes. He was on academic probation for a while, but they finally kicked him out. His brother was able to convince him to go in for drug treatment. He’s been at Brookdale for the last few months, apparently he had heard about me through the grapevine of the computer science department (which is his major) so he decided to look me up on Myspace.

We leave so many people in our lives that we sometimes think whatever happened to them, I think it is human nature that we think the best things have happened to people, but the truth is that we don’t know. I know so many people who have died since high school, and I don’t know how many of them I would think a week, or a month before I heard of their passing, that they are probably all right. The truth is though, that you just don’t know how someone is unless you pick up the phone and call, or send an email.

I think the reason we don’t pick up the phone is because we are scared. Scared that if we call we find out that things aren’t all right. That something bad has happened, and it could throw off our entire perspective of how we perceive that person. If we find out that something has happened to someone we care about that it will somehow change our feelings toward them. That is the reason a lot of people don’t go to funerals, because they don’t want their last memory of the person to be laying in a coffin, they’d rather remember them for the full of life person that they once were, not this cold body in the wooden box.