Originally posted by Lanny
I'm not going to touch the jedi conspiracy theory thing but the Porter/Jick study cost a damn lot of people their lives and many more their freedom. It's kinda scary, like as a clinical practitioner you have power over life and death but like the damage you can do is limited to what? A few hundred people over a career? But as a researcher publishing on a hot topic where big pharma has an interest you can be a big contributing factor in a drug epidemic.
You can't really blame that one study though, purdue did hella shady shit and knew exactly what they were doing with oxycontin. It was analogous to what happened with heroin back in the day, they told everyone it "isn't addictive (inb4 narc)" and give people syringes to shoot themselves up with at home even and a bunch of people got addicted, they just all died out.
Originally posted by Loing
Maybe if they listened to gangsta rap, they'd have used their gunpowder to make gats rather than to shove dildos up their ass.
I was at work today feeling a little sick from being off my STATE SANCTIONED DRUGS and listening to music in the back where I chill and do all my work mostly alone but I was working with some butch lesbian girl I never met before so I was just trying to not come off as an asshole (also was working 2 back to back shifts and had been really sick the previous 4 days and also woke up at 3 am and started work at 8.) Anyways I was listening to this nothing nowhere song called dread and the lyrics are all about taking benzos and painkillers and depression and suicide. So I was thinking like damn, I haven't really been participating in the rest of the outside world for a while now and this girl is probably thinking I'm a fucking basket case weirdo.
But then I thought more and it seems like a lot of my coworkers are in similar situations. Almost everyone is on coke/meth/alcohol/heroin, ranging in age from 20-40 or so, but they're totally content to just work this job feeding off the excess of yuppie normies while everyone falls into their own pits of depression and they never end up leaving. It's kinda fucked up but I guess just another thing some portion of the population will inevitably do.
There's one girl I work with who I met like 4 years ago and haven't seen much of her since. We both worked at the same place on and off but the time periods we worked together didn't sync up so we only ever ended up working a few shifts together like 4 years ago when I first got hired there. At that point, I was fresh to the city and job and school and all that and I didn't really know what her deal was but she seemed like she smoked a lot of weed. Just your typical lazy shitty stoned cafe employee girl. Now we are working together again and she has very clearly been methed out for a good portion of that time if not all of it. It was like seeing and interacting with a totally different person. The fucked up part though is that I know that although I may not be as bad off as her, I've definitely lost chunks of myself on the way due to drug abuse and just other general hardships that people go through. Like I'm pretty sure that when I talk to people they can sense the change, and I can see it in my eyes when I look in the mirror and holy fuck I just don't want to end up working a dead end job with a bunch of depressed drug addicts (although I love them all.) The prospect of that being all my future holds just makes me want to blow my fuckin brains out.
