Letting go. Yes, I think I have arrived at that point. I can let him be who he is. I can even justify him to my parents and friends. What I can't do is stop the endless thinking about him.

Therapy. This is a good possibility. I have a good friend who is a therapist. I will run it all by her and she what she says.

What I fear most is should he hit bottom in some way. He is a moderate drug user, but stays away from the hard stuff. He has contempt for addicts. I worry that he will get into an accident or get seriously ill and have no insurance. I can't affort to cover him. A week or two in a hospital would drain me dry. I worry that he will get in trouble with the law and be at the mercy of a public defender. Again, I can insure him. A modest attorney's bill would deplete my entire savings, leaving him again in the mercy of free services and me destitute, too.

He has an odd (to me) certainty that the world is ending in 2013. That is part of his justification for lassitude. "Why bother?" He says this is a common belief among his peers. It is based on various religious tradition's prophecies. I have to admit that the world has a lengthening list of calamities poised to happen, so I can't argue with him on this, but don't like how he deals with it. I think it is more an excuse than not.