Resorting To Prayer

THE WOMAN I fell in love with is twenty six years younger than I, a pathological liar, a criminal, a drug addict, and a sex addict. But hey, other than that, what's the problem? Verily, there is no accounting for taste. She has a hot bod, a pleasant personality, and a quick mind, all thanks to daily infusions of crystal meth Amphetamine. People lose their appetites, get skinny, and lose their inhibitions, and get horny. I never really knew her, the sober her, with no toxins flowing through her brain. She apparently thought that she could move in and live with me in my house without my ever knowing about her drug addiction. Who knows how she planned to pull that off. She apparently was convinced that nobody knew about her addiction, but, anyone who knew her knew. You could tell by her behavior; too rapid in speech, constantly sniffing, too hyper, too aggressive. People on meth are abnormally self confident, because they feel absolutely terrific all the time, and are prone to make poor decisions, and to take unwise chances. I will always wonder what her "real" personality is like. The ancient wisdom is that nobody can be helped without being willing o accept help, without recognizing their need to change, without helping themselves. When you see no eventual outcome for someone you love deeply, other than prison, rehab, or death, you choose rehab for them, then ponder how to trick them into it. This whole business of "intervention" is dubious at best. Wasn't Kurt Cobain who committed suicide after being "victimized" by an intervention? How would you like it, were you a harmless drug addict, believing that you are harming nobody, that its nobody's business but your own, unconcerned about any possible self inflicted harm, when suddenly your front door bursts open, and in floods a horde of people you had thought to be friends, demanding that you enter drug rehab - or else. dubious, at best, but, what else is there? Other than prayer, nothing, perhaps.