
Laziness and lethargy have got the better of me.
To be perfectly honest, the fact that I’ve not written in so long kinda disgusts me, making endless excuses for myself of not having the time, or inspiration or creativity.. When really I’m just lazy.
A few topics have come up since pre-christmas blogging. I’ll start by talking about drugs.
Drugs in my life seem to have always taken on a sorta funny role; I’ve never used them, always been around people who used them, befriended many users- yet I’ve a strong dislike for them. Perhaps it’s a naive attitude to some people’s opinion, having not used them and declaring a dislike, but I hold strongly the point that I’ve received plenty of exposure to drugs throughout my life and can therefore make a valid, if someone extra-personal opinion.
At college, last Friday (30/1/09), we had a local police officer called Simon Something-or-other to give us “The Drugs Talk”. I’ve already had exactly the same guy give me exactly the same talk last year.. which gave me some leniency to overhear my colleagues’ inquisitive brouhaha whilst remaining semi-polite… I guess.
For starters, half the people I shared the room with wouldn’t listen to the man purely because he was an officer- apparently the “smell of bacon is too distracting”. I know it’s cool to fuck authority- especially if you’re a musician- but it still annoys me that people are narrow minded enough to not even have a care in the world about the pretty valuable information coming out of his mouth. The same 50% seemed to come out of the lecture with the assumption that he had told us all not to take drugs, even though he specifically mentioned at least twice that he was purposefully saying not that, because generations of people were brought up being told “no” and did it anyway.

(ty to Drugrehab.net)
And I’m sure most of them ended up fine.
I think, though, my main reason for opposing drugs is my failure to see why they’re needed. Why should someone look to enhance any experience in life with the use of some unnatural stimulant that can completely ruin your life? Nothing is wrong with your own mind. We’re all capable of enjoying life to the fullest with just our self, the people around us and the beautiful natural world that we have lying before us, spread eagled on a bed. You’re all too scared to make love to it.
Sorry for the crazy weird metaphor. Ha.
I guess it kinda makes me sad. I’ve seen people I love and admire go way downhill due to drugs, become bored of people I once considered good friends… and it hurts. Yet not everyone can see the world through my rose-tinted ocular.
Enough of such an abstruse, divided topic: I’m happy.
Life is swell at the moment, friends are good, time seems to be well spent, I’m learning, I’m laughing, I’m singing, I’m smiling. My perception of the world is slowly changing, and a more appreciative, aware and challenging me is currently emerging.
This is partly due to my latent readings on Buddhism and Agnostic-Buddhism (see Stephen Batchelor). Which I will go into in another blog shortly, when I’ve read more and formed a more solid opinion.
As a nibble into my conscience for you, reader, I must tell you that meditation is an amazing thing to practice, regardless of any religious views or mental drawbacks!
Happy February!
Joerobot
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