I am a compassionate person, and I feel sorry ofr the families of junkies: however that may be, I am not so inclined towards the plight of individuals who choose to so damage themselves as to become users in the first place.
I have been told how addictions are diseases and I can concur that they do make one uncomfortable, which is a part of the definition of what makes a a disease, classified as such.
I have a disease: cancer and it is taking my life. Big deal for me! Small incident for most everyone else. I am not famous, and my story does not warrant the attempt to make money for other people who apparently have little legitimate life to live.
Bobbi Kristina Houston, (she won't even use her given last name, in an attempt to proclaim her disgust with her father, and latch on to the fame of her late, junkie mother) has decided that she would make an attempt at gaining fame by committing an act of insanity: a suicide attempt.
http://www.msn.com/en-us/entertainment/news/whitney-houstons-daughter-fighting-for-her-life/ar-AA8Vl85?ocid=mailsignoutThe only reason for my having this information, is that one of my nieces decided that the story was worthy of my knowing anything about it.
This trash is making a move to place the rest of the world out of her miserable presence, and I am not in the mood to hear about another rich and spoiled individual, who thinks that her life is so terrible to have been born into wealth, given everything in life without the necessity of having had worked for any of it; and then complaining about having more than she will ever have needed.
I get tired thinking of how
difficult it must have been to never have had to think about when her next meal was coming to her mouth. I know, she had a junkie mother, but she was surrounded by family who did everything for her. Her mom was done before she was even born, but she left her well-off, and the little scumbag has done nothing other than to waste her inheritance.
boo hoo.
I see people who have no families to support them, but they fight to live through the abusive nature of their cancer. I do not have time for the poor little rich girl, who in fact, would never have to worry about living, other than to form her own identity, and find a good financial planner.
I'm upset that my niece sent this story to me.
I guess younger people are truly lost to the concept of self-determined successes, and working to do something which actually contributes to their world.
No wonder America is in such a state of disarray.
:( We truly should be worried.
I taught my children to be better than they wanted to be, better than they needed to be, and better than they wanted everyone else to be in their treatment of self, and of other people.
You're welcome; for the Dr. and the Social developer, of which the world now has services. They strive daily to enhance the lives of everyone they touch. They seek to help, not wait to be asked, they offer rather than shy away, the willingly sacrifice, rather than complain that they are having too much asked of them.
I am proud of who they are, because other people, actually matter to their life's missions.
Deal with that one, if you can: Bobbi Kristina, and those who fail the world, just are you are doing today.
God luck to her family, they should not have to live through this inanity.