I’m Mad At Philip Seymour Hoffman

Honestly, I’m very conflicted about what I’m going to write in this post. On one hand, it’s a crying shame someone as talented as Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead, but on the other hand, I’m pissed off to see substance abuse claim another human being. Despite the countless tragedies that have occurred in Celebrity-ville, and in everyday life, people still embrace drugs and alcohol as if there’s going to be a positive outcome. Regardless of the fact the vast majority of people lose their fight with addiction, new users seem to surface everyday. In many ways, it’s completely unexplainable to me.

Now, here’s where the conflict arises for me. I rarely share a ton about my life on this site, but in reality, I’m a man who periodically has serious bouts of depression, and during the low times, I have issues with alcohol. In that regard, I completely understand what it’s like to feel powerless against a supposed “force.” However, there’s also a part of me that refuses to give in to the dark recesses of my mind and let the “evils” consume me. It’s a weird place to be in because I sympathize with and judge Hoffman at the same time.

Taking a step back, if you haven’t heard, Hoffman was found dead by a friend in his apartment, apparently from a heroin overdose. While Hoffman has acknowledged being an addict in the past, I never thought it would actually come to this. I don’t have enough hands to count the amount of actors, musicians, entertainers and athletes who have fallen victim to substance abuse. It’s absolutely insane to see the same story continually happen over and over again. You’d think we’d all learn our lessons at some point, but alas, the broken record keeps on spinning.

In the end, I don’t know what peace Hoffman was searching for, but I genuinely hope he found it. While it doesn’t solve the issue, we can at least take solace in the work he’s left behind. RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman.