In France, after the revolution of Prairial, several laws of hostages were passed to meet the insurrection in La Vendee. Hostage practice was also adopted in the period of Company rule in India. It continued through the early Middle Ages.Įarlier, the Irish High King Nail of the Nine hostages got his epithet Noigiallach because by taking nine hostages, he had subjected nine principalities to his power. The practice of taking hostages is old and has been used in negotiations with other nations. There is a long history that indicates political authorities legally agreeing to hand several hostages in custody of the other side. A person who seizes more than one hostage is referred to as a hostage-taker. There can be several demands in return against the release of the hostage. This can happen by threatening the individual with or without a weapon. Oh wait one more graphic image….one sec….When would you call a hostage situation? It exists when a person is confined to his or her will by a group or individual. Sometimes we talk ourselves into it and say ‘just one’. You could be tripping along all happy and feeling good and then whammo. Triggers come from nowhere and often from nothing. Tomorrow could very well host a whole slew of other challenges. I am optimistic that tomorrow I will too.īut that’s how I feel right now. We work our ass off to control the hostage situation that’s going on in our minds. I will wake up in the morning and promise myself ‘not today’.Īddicts take life one craving, one hour, one day at a time. I will eventually have to get dressed and go out and buy food and stuff but I will pass the stores and not buy cigarettes. It’s frustrating, it’s painful and it’s emotionally draining.īut I will soldier on here. We are always one puff or one drink or one snort away from being a full blown addict again. The hostage situation goes on for the rest of our lives. We start, we stop, we start, we stop, rinse and repeat. This is a battle many addicts go through over and over again. I chose to start smoking some 40 odd years ago. I am well aware that I put myself in this position. It’s exhausting and I promise I’m not looking for sympathy. Oh wait…time for another graphic image….one sec…. Your mind tries to control you and tell you what to do, when to do it and warns you, you better fucking do it now. You are in hostage situations all the time. I’m still in my jammies, hair still a mess, never even brushed my teeth or washed my face yet ( I promise I will before bed, don’t judge) and I won this battle. I got up from the chair and tried to get motivated to get dressed and go out. “Get dressed and go buy cigarettes”, head hissed. Girl do whatever the fuck you have to do to shut head up. Write, create, engage and share on social media. I kept myself as busy as I possibly could. Morning coffee was not the same, head was shouting at me, lungs were crying, heart was sad. It’s only day 2 and we’re having a really hard time. Lungs were still trying to catch some air.ĭay 2 was rough, no question about it. Head kept telling me the next day we were going to buy smokes. Nose felt sick all night because it could still smell the faint leftover disgusting odor of cigarette smoke. Head knew it lost that battle but I could sense it was stirring up more trouble for the next day. Lungs said, ‘fuck you and settle down over there. Head said, ‘get your shoes on and go buy some cigarettes’. My lungs were still recuperating so head didn’t really have too much to argue about. First graphic image.that’s all I got right nowĪnyway where was I? Oh ya the hostage situation.
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