It's time to take your medicine
Okay, I know I am neurotic. I know that I am spastic. I know that I generally appear to be of two minds. One mind is sad and mooshy, mopey, wounded, self-centered and overly melodramatic. The other is somewhat agitated, assoholic, possibly humorous in the right light, and well, self-centered. But do I really need my meds?
I ask this, and I probably should not, because I have a counter on my blog. Said counter will do little things like give general information about who visits my site. Tah-dah. Yes I am that self centered. Anyway, I usually am happy to see that one or two people happen across my blog. Whoopie! I say to myself because now I'm just not a blathering idiot talking to himself. Someone else as equally insane is willing to read my drivel -- at least for a moment or two. But today I found that someone from Pfizer (home of Zoloft, Rogaine, Ben Gay and a various assortment of other wonder drugs) had perused my website. What-the-fuck? I mean am I really so sick, so sore, so balding that I've become the target for a major pharmaceutical company? Obviously so. I could say I wish they'd hand me some free samples, but I find some drugs, especially sleekly advertised anti-depressants to be, well, too "Brave New World" for me. Basically my philosophy is "bring the pain." It reminds me that I am human and allows me to struggle and grow. But of course I am not a serious depressive nor am I that delusional or old. Perhaps if they deal out some viagra or lipator for my cholesterol we can talk.
But really, if anyone has the courage to tell me, am I that insane or am I just being extremely paranoid delusional?
posted by Joe Blow @ 12/08/2004 06:09:00 PM
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