Normal people get up and go to work and don't complain about it. They don't need to remove the time-release coating from an OC 80, crush it up and sniff the entire thing in one line just to get in the shower. They also don't need to get plastered to have a conversation with someone. They don't need to whine and complain incessantly about everything. They don't need to be so narcissistic as to presume that nobody else in the world suffers the way they do. So don't even bother asking anything of an alcoholic or drug addict... or a narcissist for that matter. Their life is just way too tough to be giving to anybody else.
Normal people have bad days too. Normal people wake up sometimes and feel depressed, or anxious, or angry, or sad, or even hopeless. It's just that they don't complain about it and drive to Happy Market in Dorchester to meet Pablo for a bag of dope. They just walk right through what they are feeling and do what needs to be done. They are adults. Drug addicts are children... with some additional issues. Why do I feel entitled to make myself comfortable every second of my life? For some reason, I thought that life was all about ME feeling good all of the time.
Wait, you mean it isn't? It's about others too???
I was such a baby when it came to life. The slightest discomfort would send me reeling, and a frantic search for comfort would ensue. Even if it meant I had to hurt people. Even if it meant I had to become a pathological liar. And most unfortunate, even if it meant I had to define what it means to be a selfish asshole. The sad truth is that we addicts can't deal with any discomfort.
Well, guess what?
It's okay to suffer a little bit. It's especially okay to suffer and not complain about it. As grown adults, we have the responsibility to get up and work, take care of ourselves and our families, and be honest. We have the responsibility to do the right thing. It is the human responsibility. What we no longer have is the right to drink or use. We no longer have the right to whine about our feelings or broadcast them to the entire world (who really doesn't give a shit anyway) in a fit of self-pity or despair. We no longer have the right to let our feelings of discomfort stop us from living life and living right.
God, please give me the wisdom and the willingness to be a better person, a responsible person...