Sara Goldfarb: [about her pills] Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening.
There’s my three meals, Mr. Smartypants. And green at night. Just like that.
One, two, three, four.
Requiem for a dream (2000)
[Preliminary note: this post contains themes much heavier than my usual stuff such as drugs, alcohol, gambling shit]
We just got back from a 5-day trip to Vermont and yesterday at 8pm was the first time in the last week or so that I have found myself on my own, truly. Nothing frivolous, it was just me on my way to grocery shopping. But just as I was going to exit my building, I sat down in the cold lobby and felt …bummed out. I was feeling down and had been feeling this way for a couple of days. Because Philip Seymour Hoffman died.
I feel stupid and crazy just saying it out loud. And if I am being perfectly honest, it is just not that he died that makes me sad. It is not just because I will no longer have the joy of watching his immense talent. It is just not because, in a completely silly way, I felt connected to him, having seen him many times with his young son by his side cheering ‘in unison with me’ the ups and downs of our team, the Knicks. Every time his debonair face was shown by the Madison Square Garden production crew, I would squeal like a mad fan. I was also always surprised by how the Garden’s crowd, who usually cheered comedians like Chris Rock and simply ignored non-TV peeps, would actually give a very warm welcome to this character actor. I guess it is what real talent does: it breaks barriers. So, as I was saying, I was not only sad because he died but also because of how he died: an alleged overdose. His death is yet another proof that addiction often wins out.
Addiction pisses me off, uneases me and pains me. It pisses me off when DH stops listening to me while playing Angry Freaking Bird or Candy crush snubs me. It uneases me when some of my loved ones take prescription drugs unsupervised to ‘take the edge off’. And it pains me because deep inside I am terrified that I was born to be an addict.
I always felt blessed that I never touched hard drugs when I was presented with it. I mean, I am still dabbling with a smoking addiction for Heaven’s sake. Indeed, in the last 14 years I relapsed twice for a couple of years each time. People are bewildered by the fact that I can go through 7 or 8 years without one fag, just to fuck it up one evening after a little too much alcohol and a little too much fun. It’s always the same story: a flickering lighter, a few inhalations and the self conviction that ‘it’s no big deal, I have kicked this one before’. The sad truth is that I have never kicked out the dependency but rather let it sleep…every now and then.
In College, I saw cocaine, ecstasy, acid, a lot of shit passing through. I always refused to try any of it, claiming that my anal retentive persona could never let myself go entirely anyway so what was the point? But truth to be told, a part of me was scared shitless about what addiction to this crap could do to me. I could not even handle booze. I once woke up in an unknown apartment, age 20, covered in my own puke after 1 year of what I now know was college binge drinking but was back then called ‘having fun’. I woke up, I stole a T-shirt, and threw my top in a street trash can and walked home, my brain about to explode, and bawling my eyes out. I almost fucking killed myself in my own puke. What the fuck? Unbelievable. And for what? NEVER again. As I watched people walking to work and looking suspiciously at my disheveled self, I remember thinking: ‘I should really know better’.
Indeed, I have seen my mom, a reformed pathological gambler, feeling invincible while being possessed by the thrill of losing or gaining it all. And it looked very ugly. I have seen an intelligent woman incapable of making any (let alone the right) decision for herself or her family. Her feverish eyes and mad giggling when touching a stack of cards have scarred me to life. And I was (and probably still am) convinced that addiction, that feverish look and mad giggling, was/is in my DNA, in waiting to be unleashed. It is paranoia probably but maybe not.
Casinos for example freak the hell out of me. When people hear laughter, the clinking of cocktail glasses, the whispers and sighs after the roulette stops, I hear my parents screaming at each other about the mortgage not being paid, the chatter of women cooking non stop in our kitchen to feed the gamblers, drunks dancing on music from a badly tuned sound system and the muffled cheesy ballads from the headphones my sis was always wearing to cover the noise. However, despite all this, the few times I have been dealt some cards or given some coins for slot machines I become absolutely frantic. I can feel the surge in my veins. I just want more of everything.
That is why I try to stay the hell away from temptations. Full stop. And I feel I am OK, I am on top of this. But when stories about some guy who died relapsing after decades of being clean emerge, it fucks me up big time. And I get scared about addiction in general. And I am also so angry. Especially when that dude was one of the greatest. In his Time obituary Aaron Sorkin, a recovering drug addict, wrote about PSH: ‘I told him I felt lucky because I’m squeamish and can’t handle needles. He told me to stay squeamish. And he said this: “If one of us dies of an overdose, probably 10 people who were about to won’t.” He meant that our deaths would make news and maybe scare someone clean’.
I hope so.
R.I.P Philip Seymour Hoffman – Photo Credit: Victoria Will/Invision/AP.
12 thoughts on “Addiction”
I’m completely saddened by his loss too – felt a connection that was unexplained other than his talent was something extraordinary. Didn’t know anything about him personally (how rare today) up until his death and now I’m mad. He had 3 children & a longtime partner and still the heroine won.
Waste of a life for a lame reason. Addictions are disease, but drugs just suck.
On a somewhat brighter note, I loved your writing in this posting – and that you are a knick’s fan!
As you say, still the heroine won…it is scary and depressing. Thanks for the brighter notes, it felt daunting to talk about my not so glorious moments but it felt good too. As for the Knicks, being a fan is one of the things that accelerated my immersion in the New York culture and psyche. When I had the season tickets, the Garden felt like home and all the other strangers like some kind of dysfunctional family 🙂
Season tickets?!?! Your stock just shot up!
It pains me and it’s extremely hard for me to understand why this extremely talented man turned to drugs. Addiction as you say won.
Who really knows. The thing is that he probably started drugs way before he himself recognized his rare talent and then it’s too late, the addiction is already there and you battle against it your whole life and at any point you can lose in spite of all the world worshipping you. I don’t know.
Of all the famous people. Can’t believe he died that way.
I do think there’s something in some people that make it easier for them to be drawn in and more difficult to walk away. Definitely warrants a wide berth if there’s a hint you’re in that category.
Yes, that’s why I was always very strict about not experimenting any hardcore stuff. I read that addiction was 50% genetic disposition and 50% coping mechanisms so let’s say I make sure I have extremely developed coping mechanisms too 🙂
Send any tricks my way. I think I’m ok on the genetics, it’s the other that worries me!
I guess you are not alone with your fears. Lots of people experience the same thing. I smoke, I quit, I smoke again. I guess one funny day I´ll learn. I hope not the hard way. Adictions are complex and there are personalities that are prone, I may fit in such personalities but even if I tried some stuff in the past, I didn´t like it so I was safe. Don´t know what would have happened if I liked them!
He´ll be missed by lots of people!!
Very complex and that is why it is dangerous to stereotype. While I, like you, think that there are more prone personalities, it is annoying how the media links artistry or creativity with addiction. I don’t think addiction discriminate.
I think addiction is like the weather…you never know when the dark cloud’s going to turn up. The best you can do is invest in the best umbrella.. xxxxx
It is a great analogy. Never know when and how powerful the tempest will be. Xo