Yesterday on my way home I was stopped in traffic behind a beat up Kia when I saw the driver twitching in the side view mirror. She was obviously high on meth and either didn’t care that the world could see or thinks we’re all stupid. I suppose it’s her life and she has the right to ruin it in any fashion she chooses. What bothered me though was the hands of a toddler rising and falling in the back seat. The child was small enough that I could not see them but only caught glimpses of its hands as it played. Despite Mom’s obvious drug problem she was driving quite well. I still can’t help but wonder what that child’s home life is like. Assuming of course that the child has a home. You never know these days. I say “these days” like it’s something new. Why do we do that? Drug abuse has been around for a very long time. There is nothing new about it.
I guess humans have always been looking for a means of escape. It’s just that some people use illegal means to relieve themselves of worry and strife while others choose socially acceptable means. Nobody threatens to call the police over the 300 pound woman in McDonalds buying a Big Mac for her obese child. The fact that she has included her child in her escape method is perfectly OK with us.
Is life truly so horrible that we all must escape it? Why do we do this? I am guilty myself and yet I have no idea why. I know a person who uses a combination of junk food and movies as her escape. She can waste endless hours munching away while living in the fantasy land created by Hollywood. She is obese and killing herself one bite at a time. She has no social life outside of her love affair with the television. This is what makes her happy.
I personally have several escape methods. One of which is books. I love to read. I can read for hours on end while the day wastes away. I am getting zero exercise and probably munching on something while I do this. This is definitely not making me skinny. I have to wonder though. Would my life be better if I stopped trying to escape it?