We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Life has its vales of tears, but also its hills of delights and, very rarely, its mountaintops of joy. Sometimes I wonder whether the mandarins of my profession seek to pathologize all negative emotions.
Nobody promised you a rose garden. That was Eden. Learning to bear emotional pain, like bearing some physical pain, is part of life. It never hurts, of course, to have somebody or something accompanying you with that.
I don't understand the attraction of Alcohol. Cocaine. Heroin. Meth. Fentanyl. Marijuana. While I have tried alcohol I never enjoyed it. When I was young (18, 19 through 20 something) never figured you were supposed to actually enjoy it I assumed it tasted bad and the challenge was to drink it and the hangover the next day was simply another challenge to deal with. I never saw any enjoyment in alcohol at all. But as I got older I did indeed see people enjoying drinking or at least acting as though they enjoyed it. I gave it up in my mid 20's mostly because it negatively impacted my real addiction which was fitness and sports. But honestly I'm still stumped about what the attraction is. As for drugs I have never tried any drug except those that were prescribed. I don't understand the attraction of these either but of course I recognize my ignorance having never tried any. But seriously, what is the attraction of pot? I have seen people on/using drugs and honestly they did not appear to be enjoying themselves.
Yes, people traumatized may well long for Poppies, fields of them...and those who have not suffered, should not judge. But (terrible abuse or the horrors of war and crime aside) I think the point is valid about not pathogizing aspects of suffering that are part of the human condition. And even times when our selfish, limited hearts are forced to call upon God. Not that God is an SOB, but that we tend to be wise in our own conceit until beset, desperate (no atheists in foxholes):
“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”