What's With the Way Things Become?

So What's with finding WHO I might be?

What I can't ever understand is how we can abandon who we are, in order to in fact find, who we are. Experiences through life teach us a lot, obviously...but I don't get the people who don't know how to settle down a bit and realize that life isn't some blurr that needs to be accomplished through materialistic items and substances. How can one enjoy losing all judgement? That's just wicked. It's far out to know that you can have people to depend on, that's one thing, you know, people to fall back on when life throws that damn curve ball and ends up hitting you at the plate, and you have to gimp your way to first base. Substances, they get you nowhere but on a couch not totally coherent to what is happening. I'm just so befuddled to this whole idea that some people rely on something that doesn't breathe, talk, or listen when you need them. Something that creates unnecessary situations. I don't know, I guess I'm just crazy, aren't I? But if substances define who you are, then that's just one fucked up thing. Things are getting heavy right now, but I've got music to pull me through...