I'm bisexual. My grandfather committed suicide. I've been meditating for an hour a day and reading Ulysses and I feel my doomerism and contempt melting away.

  • GilesGoatGoy [none/use name]
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    4 years ago

    Its relevant that the place I live is the center of collapse. There are no jobs and meth is absurdly popular. The most refined folk, if you get them drunk will admit to trying at least once, I've been given it by nervous people and I've snorted it. We're all familiar with the state you find yourself in. You say crazy shit, flex your muscles, and have a good time. I've lived here all my life and was certain she was a methhead. If I thought she was really in danger I would have called the cops. The shitty, worthless, abusive cops. At least it would have been something

    • half_giraffe [comrade/them]
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      4 years ago

      I do always forget how I'm from a much more bougie area than most people, I've literally never seen someone on meth before let alone been offered it. I can understand then, especially for a police force in the area, that they have some sort of experience with not outright murdering people on drugs. I just think it's easy to fall into the moral trap of "I should have done something" when in hindsight, and I don't think it's very productive to dwell too much on past actions like this - each action has to be taken with the present considerations in mind, so I don't want you to blame yourself for what happened to this woman (especially because you aren't 100% sure what happened to her).

      I'm just trying to be supportive, I guess, and I don't want you to lay so much responsibility on yourself. I can literally never imagine myself being a methhead, so putting myself in this story is difficult. I just hope you don't spend a ton of time worrying about what could have been.