Who am I to say that a drunk isn’t happy? Take friend Julie,
for instance. Being inebriated. And in depression. May be just what she needs.
And desires. Could be that’s why Julie continues along the same path. Otherwise.
She would change her ways. Her course. Her destiny. Maybe Julie doesn’t want to
change. Or maybe she’s incapable of being anything but Julie. She’s merely
being her self-destructive self. With the inalienable right to ignore chiding
and advice. From the likes of husband Rick and friends. To become a ‘better’ version
of Julie. If only she tried harder. We all want to remake Julie. Rather than
totally accepting the existing Julie. But in the end. We accept. We pretend.
That it’s wrong to intervene. Wrong to interfere. That if we truly love Julie.
We’ll accept her. Unconditionally. I
don’t buy into that nonsensical premise. Yes, true love may be something else.
Intervention. Stepping in. To force Julie. To shape up. Pronto. --Jim Broede
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