I think often. Maybe too much. I ponder the polarities of life and death, purpose and meaninglessness, love and apathy, intimacy and loneliness, pleasure and pain, responsibility and laziness. Too often, (at least from my perspective) we fail to personally grapple with the difficult questions raised by these life provocations. Instead we defy the negative provocation itself. We fight… View Post
Cutting. Dusting. Choking. Salvia. And no I’m not referring to cutting vegetables, cleaning your house or choking on your saliva-though that would be weird too. This is more serious than that. Way more serious.
Words you didn’t hear five years ago have now become common vernacular in a youth culture desperate for healing. Cutting-to desperately relieve the internal pain and depression. Using Dust Off ®-an aerosolized computer keyboard cleaner that contains compressed gas-to get high. Choking oneself to enter a euphoric state. And Salvia-an halluncinogenic herb only banned in eight states-more powerful than and considered to be the next marijuana. New fads. More teen deaths.
I am not sure why I talked to him. I never talk to anyone on a plane. I just relax. It’s “me” time. Yet our conversation lasted for an hour and a half. He intrigued me. As the conversation grew deeper I knew I wasn’t talking to the average man. This guy was brilliant. At first we shared stories. Traveling tales if you will…of experiences we have had flying with other passengers, airline personnel, missed flights, airplane mishaps, and…oh yea, the pleasantries of going through security. But this man knew more than just tales and stories. There was purpose behind every question he was asking me about my flying experience.