The same people who scream about the dangers of pot and booze often turn out to be addicts themselves.
Sometimes it’s hard to admit your dependency problems. You want that false euphoria to last forever. I understand.
The benefit of alcohol is that the hangover serves to warn me that what I’ve done is not a good thing for my body. At least I know something’s wrong, even if I choose to get drunk again. The hangover tells me what’s going on.
Religious scriptures can create an addiction that offers only the very subtlest of warning signs. For many people, the Bible is a foreign substance that is slowly tearing their mind apart, and they’re not getting any warning signs. They think they’re the only ones who have found happiness, and the rest of the world lives in constant misery. They don’t want to crawl out of their tiny little boxes, and eventually those cute little boxes will implode and crush them to death.
That’s fine with me, though. They’ll just die off and future generations of mankind will perhaps be rid of all the self-destructive ignorance.
