Choose life

I’ve learned all I know from the movies Friday:

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose yourRent Boy friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

— Mark “Rent Boy” Renton Trainspotting


  1. Gary

    January 20, 2006 at 9:11 am

    This is a great post. Obviously heroin does that, but I’m also thinking that just being too passive can do it too. Being too passive is my herion, so to speak.

  2. Robin

    January 20, 2006 at 9:13 am

    Gary – I’m with you on that..on the passive thing I mean.

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