I was walking my usual path to college this morning, and I saw a thin girl walking across mac Donalds. She was off, she walked moving her hips from side to side and her hair was messy, she was young, pretty, but the drugs had taken her life and make her into a zombie.
I live in a city considered a "gueto" city, because of its amount of drug dealers and junkies, there are people from everywhere, Americans, Latinos, young and old. All them addicted to different drugs. Every time I see them, I think about their parents... if they did have them what kind of treatment did they give them to make them into real walking zombies, was it good or bad? What was the factor that turned them into what they are today.
I don't know exactly why they became that, but I do know someone who used to be mentally and physically abused as a kid. He grew up and even on his 20's his mother hit him with several instruments. He went to college, and was about to be successful, worked at a bank and got several luxuries, woman, vehicles, nice clothes, and a nice life. One day, one of his friends convinced him of trying marihuana, and since then, everything started crumbling. He lost his job by stealing from the bank and started using hard drugs such as cocaine and heroin. He got away from and 20 years later his mother went to find him in Philadelphia, he turned into a thin creature without teeth and completely dependent on drugs.
His mother tried to help him, but as soon as she left, he got into jail for selling drugs. Then, some amount of money was spent and he was freed, but he didn't want to change, drugs were his owner. His sister gave him shelter on the living sofa, and she could hear him screaming, paranoid, having hallucinations at night, and sometimes he came home bloody and with several hits on his body. In the end, he moved to another place, with his mom and he could get away from the hard drugs but still used marihuana.
His son, which he had procreated when he was still a "nice, society man" started using drugs at 15 years old, and his mother, which had 3 kids with different man and spent all her life partying and neglecting her kids, started blaming the father. There's not a conclusion to this history yet, but what can ensure that the kid will not follow the same path as the father?
On the other hand, when I see these people on the street, some of them homeless because due to living in a shelter, or to their drug dependency can't find a job and are exiled from the society, I wonder if they are happy. If they are at least happier than we, or happier than me. They don't need to be great in the eyes of anyone because everyone knows that they are a lost cause, not only the junkies but also the mentally ill people that walk around on the street. They might be happier too. However, for me and for some other people they look like zombies waiting for their death, and eating drugs, as brains. In the end, the junkies, and the "normal" people of the society, we all end in the same place, so probably, this doesn't have any meaning, as most things.
