I received a huge compliment today. Someone I highly respect posted on Facebook saying that I needed to write another blog. So without further ado, let's get on with this thing.
This post will be a sober one, as I spent last night reaching a state somewhere a couple of light years beyond shit-hammered. Also, I happen to be on call until seven this morning, and thus risk loosing my job if I indulge in certain alcoholic libations. I hope it is as entertaining, though I won't be using my favorite word quite as often. Fuck for those who were wondering.
Perhaps it's the lingering hangover, or maybe just my mindset today, but I find myself feeling quite somber today. This isn't a new thing. In fact, it's something I have dealt with for as long as I can remember. Depression, the doctors call it. Mainly so they can launch pills at your face with a slingshot.
Why does the answer always have to be a fucking pill? Feeling sad? Take this pill. Feeling some heartburn? Eat better? Well fuck no! Just take this pill and shove more greasy, processed bullshit down your face hole. Getting fat? Here, take this GOD DAMNED pill instead of getting off of your lazy ass!
I'm not saying that some things don't require the use of pills and medicines, so please don't come at me with that tired ass argument. All I'm saying is that every little ailment doesn't require a pill. In the case of depression and mood disorders, a healthy dose of willpower and a change in lifestyle can work wonders. Besides, no one said that a person should be happy all the time. Up's and down's are a part of life. Deal with it.
Let us not even get into the horrid fucking side effects. I still get a laugh at all of these commercials on TV for different medicines. The fact that they are advertising for drugs is fucking mind blowing enough. That should be something discussed with a doctor, not chosen because of happy people on a commercial who's fucking herpes was obviously keeping them from kayaking. While watching these happy, herpes ridden wretches do their thing, the announcer lists all of the possible side effects for the herpes bane. No more outbreaks, but you'll go blind, grow hair on your palms, and...oh wait...
If you want a good laugh, look up Herpex on YouTube.
The hangover is winning though. My thoughts are more muddled than a Bob Dylan song. So, there is my mini rant for the evening.
I'm done for now.
Good night.
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SO true! Americans just want an easy fix instead of actually having to work on whatever it is that ails them like changing their diet, looking deep within themselves or maybe seeing a therapist instead of a psychiatrist, getting their fat asses off the couch--all these things and more. Did you know in England (and perhaps the EU in whole) it is illegal to advertise prescription medicine? Maybe because they have socialized medicine and Big Pharma doesn't have them by the balls like the US does. It's sickening.
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