(20 Days Clean Today)
Ever since I was little I indulged in fantasy. I would spend an entire day reading science fiction books and as I got older became heavily involved in role playing games such as Dungeons and Dragons, Traveller and Gangbusters. Shit, I even created my own based on John Norman's Gor series that my friends and I would play.
In my early teens I dug into drugs and eventually fell in love with acid and shrooms.
I embraced everything except for reality.
Now I'm approaching 40 and I am only now accepting reality for what it is. The hard facts and how things REALLY work.
Recently, I was approached by someone for help with her drug problem. She came with me to a couple of meetings and last week she texted stating she was going to check herself into the local State Hospital for rehab. Fuck that filthy place!
I told her to meet me and we went to the organization that placed me into rehab without any insurance or money. She is scheduled to be picked up tomorrow at 11am to go to a real rehab facility (with no money or insurance).
This has got me to thinking...
I have a knack for this kind of thing. People open up to me rather easily. I can morph and fit into basically any environment from the soup kitchen to catered dinners. I'm accepted across racial and economic divides and I have some knowledge on how this real world works.
I believe that I would make a very good Substance Abuse Counselor but now this is where I question my grasp of reality versus fantasy...
Didja ever watch A&E's The Cleaner? It is an exaggerated depiction of a dude named Warren Boyd.
This dude assisted people with getting help with their addictions (sometimes placing himself in dangerous situations to do so). He had a coupla other people working with him.
Is it fantastical for me to want to do something along those lines? Seeking lost souls out in the streets and getting them help?
I dunno. I haven't any children. No wife. No one that really needs me (in a traditional sense). Why not go where people just like me need me?
Who knows? I always had some sort of 'hero fantasy' and always told myself I wanted to die saving someone (pushing a kid out of the way of a moving car and taking the hit instead, taking a bullet for someone in a robbery gone awry, etc.). These scenarios are far from realistic and I definitely believe that it all has to do with my ego and self-centeredness.
Once again, who knows? It would be cool to be like that dude on The Cleaner but I suspect this is just more fantasy that resides in my head.
Ever since I was little I indulged in fantasy. I would spend an entire day reading science fiction books and as I got older became heavily involved in role playing games such as Dungeons and Dragons, Traveller and Gangbusters. Shit, I even created my own based on John Norman's Gor series that my friends and I would play.
In my early teens I dug into drugs and eventually fell in love with acid and shrooms.
I embraced everything except for reality.
Now I'm approaching 40 and I am only now accepting reality for what it is. The hard facts and how things REALLY work.
Recently, I was approached by someone for help with her drug problem. She came with me to a couple of meetings and last week she texted stating she was going to check herself into the local State Hospital for rehab. Fuck that filthy place!
I told her to meet me and we went to the organization that placed me into rehab without any insurance or money. She is scheduled to be picked up tomorrow at 11am to go to a real rehab facility (with no money or insurance).
This has got me to thinking...
I have a knack for this kind of thing. People open up to me rather easily. I can morph and fit into basically any environment from the soup kitchen to catered dinners. I'm accepted across racial and economic divides and I have some knowledge on how this real world works.
I believe that I would make a very good Substance Abuse Counselor but now this is where I question my grasp of reality versus fantasy...
Didja ever watch A&E's The Cleaner? It is an exaggerated depiction of a dude named Warren Boyd.
This dude assisted people with getting help with their addictions (sometimes placing himself in dangerous situations to do so). He had a coupla other people working with him.
Is it fantastical for me to want to do something along those lines? Seeking lost souls out in the streets and getting them help?
I dunno. I haven't any children. No wife. No one that really needs me (in a traditional sense). Why not go where people just like me need me?
Who knows? I always had some sort of 'hero fantasy' and always told myself I wanted to die saving someone (pushing a kid out of the way of a moving car and taking the hit instead, taking a bullet for someone in a robbery gone awry, etc.). These scenarios are far from realistic and I definitely believe that it all has to do with my ego and self-centeredness.
Once again, who knows? It would be cool to be like that dude on The Cleaner but I suspect this is just more fantasy that resides in my head.
