Benjamin’s Musings

Meth addiction

I think that while in a moment of sheer exhaustion and pure information overload, from three days of solid finals studying, I have figured out exactly what field I want to specialize in.  For two years now I have been debating over what type of counseling and subsequently what type of classes i would need to take to find the area that is right for me.  Last night I had taken a break from studying to go and get a coffee at the local shop off campus where I usually go to study.  I wasn’t there tonight because all of the tables had been full for the last week solid with the early risers who sit there all day finishing theses and topping off their eighteenth mochas before their energy level down a stock market style crash and they hit the pavement.  When I got there they were all there typing away and I was looking to feed my own drug addiction.  I bought my coffee to go and took a nice long walk around the block.  Now this time of year on campus there are some people who are working hard, and there some people who are doing just the opposite.  I came upon one of the latter who I assume must have had some sort of meth addiction or an opiate addiction.  This guys was stumbling down the street with the look of someone who was totally alert in the next room, but right here they were just passing through.  He almost walked in to me as I walked past and when I realized that he was no common drunk I noticed the reaction inside of myself.  I didn’t feel the usual disdain I feel for an alcoholic, but I really wanted to help this guy.  I felt like there had to be some reason for him to be turning to this behavior and some reason for him to feel like drugs were his best option. I don;t know who that young man was and if he is ok at this very moment.  Whoever he is he was an inspiration to me because I saw in him something that is in all of us; potential.