When I was single, I could do whatever I wanted to just for the Hell of it (not that I ever did heroin - I think that requires a level of depression that I never, ever could reach). However, now that I have children I can't think about doing anything without thinking about the consequences to them - my older daughter just adores me like I'm a god or something - how could I do something to hurt myself knowing that I could kill myself and devastate her life?
ἡ δὲ κἀκ τριῶν τρυπημάτων ἐργαζομένη ἐνεκάλει τῇ φύσει, δυσφορουμένη, ὅτι δὴ μὴ καὶ τοὺς τιτθοὺς αὐτῇ εὐρύτερον ἢ νῦν εἰσι τρυπώη, ὅπως καὶ ἄλλην ἐνταῦθα μίξιν ἐπιτεχνᾶσθαι δυνατὴ εἴη. – Procopius
Ummaka qinnassa nīk!
*MySmiley*