Oops. I missed the Oscars again. Damn! I really should have watched because I’d actually seen one of the films nominated. That was Inception and it was quite OK, and a damn sight better than the only one I’d seen the previous year, the execrable Inglorious Basterds.
I didn’t watch, however, because I was too busy sorting out my mental confusion that was resulting from my persistent confusing of Charlie Sheen’s vicious ravings with the markedly similar insane rants of Moammar Gadhafi. Gadhafi (glad they finally settled on a spelling of his name, since in his early days on the international political scene there were about 11,000 versions), he’s the one in Libya, right? He’s the one who sees enemies on all sides of him and is determined to take them down.
There, you see, now I’m confusing him with Sheen once again.
I like Charlie better. I can’t help but admire a dude who takes a level of dysfunction to such a pinnacle of self-destructiveness that he makes poor Lindsay Lohan look like the virginal girl next door. I like Charlie, too, because his determination to prove ‘everybody’ else wrong flies in the face of all clinical precepts concerning addiction and the mental health toll it takes on those who continue to carry on regardless. The enemies are at the gate and Charlie’s a-gonna take ‘em all down.
Or is that Gadhafi? There, you see.
Anyway, I’ve worked in the addictions field for a number of years and have a few thoughts on the matter – this is Charlie we’re talking about here, by the way – and I had thought my feelings about it were based on a certain background knowledge about the field and observations of the behaviors of those who are wrestling with a condition that some even hold to be an illness. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. My person jury is out on that school of thought.
Notwithstanding that, however, sometimes addiction sends the victim into a realm of behavior known as ‘denial’, which is pronounced pretty much the same way as a large river relatively near where Gadhafi lives. Denial evokes thoughts that everybody else is wrong and the enemy is at the gates, much as in Libya. Except in Charlie’s case the enemy is at the gates of Two-and-a-Half Men, for which he is (was) reimbursed to the level of $1.8 million per episode – and America wonders why its economy is kind of fucked, my-my – and he has said that he won’t consider coming back unless he gets $3 million per. Other aspects of denial are delusion and megalomania.
Come on, Charlie, the program isn’t that damn good, nor is it that damn funny. It’s tiresomely predictable and it also boasts a supporting cast without whom the thing would go nowhere. Charlie is a counterpoint, and that’s about it.
Anyway, I might mention that Charlie is getting old and if he wants to get much older then he might consider changing his ways a tad. I know that William Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson were exceptions to the bad behavior quick mortality rules, but it might be well to consider that Thompson ultimately stuck a pistol in his mouth with lethal results.
On the other hand, Thompson’s act might be something Gadhafi considers as an option. Not Charlie though. Charlie can be a talented guy who is very watchable. He should maybe consider trying to give back a little. The public can be very forgiving. Ask Robert Downey.