Everyone knows that drugs and alcohol, although admittedly really tempting, are not solutions to any problems you may have. Sure, you might feel better temporarily, but only to the extent that your judgement is impaired. You feel good now, but in fact your life still sucks as much as it ever did, and possibly even more once you factor in things like restraining orders and traffic school. Any mental health professional worth a damn will tell you that.
So where are those mental health pros when we’re talking about exercise and endorphins? People everywhere increasingly deal with their shitty lives and complicated problems by … going for a run or something equally irresponsible. The world looks intractably uncooperative, and then you spend an hour on a treadmill and suddenly you feel _great_.
Is this great feeling a feeling you can trust? When were you more likely to be correct about your life and your prospects: before or after your workout? Let’s rephrase that — when were you more likely to be correct: before or after you picked up that crack pipe?
And don’t forget the social cost of your sudden cheerfulness on your loved ones and co-workers, especially if your annoyingly great mood is accompanied by just the merest hint to them that, maybe, their world could be as shiny-happy as yours apparently is if they would just move their oversized butts off the furniture once in a while. This is the kind of thing that can tear families apart.
I don’t want to get holier-than-thou on you here, but personally I don’t touch the stuff.
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