by Ice Cream Jonsey » Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:10 am
A co-worker takes happy pills to cut down on his anxiety. I have no anxiety. He had about 900 days worth of pills. What happens when a guy with no problems take a single pill designed to stop problems?
Maybe it was all in my mind, but three hours after I took it I was driving home and I felt like someone else was driving. That I was a spectator. Actually, you know how you can see the little winged guy carry around the camera in Mario 64 if you go near a mirror? I felt like that guy.
Now, again, perhaps one day and one pill is not enough time and material to even feel anything. I'm just saying, is all.
It occurs to me that I need my anger, alertness and rage on the road, because I was really stopping in not nearly enough time. Did I mention that I-25 in Denver exclusively features stop and go traffic? About 10,000 times? Sorry. I gave even more space when I drove home yesterday, and my reaction times were still shit.
On Sunday I got 4 hours of sleep. On Monday I got 5 hours of sleep. I went to get 8 hours yesterday, but I couldn't fall asleep for an hour. This never happens to me. I don't think about anything before turning in, yet the night after I took a pill to not worry I couldn't instantly fall asleep. And I truly needed it. 4.5 hours of sleep is SHIT, but I do it so that in a year's time you can all enjoy Gerrit and Lex's grinning visages looking at you from your monitor.
I have no idea if my feeling of "being separate" was genuine, and I make no judgments. I just thought I'd write about it because, hell, not much of anything else is going on around here.
A co-worker takes happy pills to cut down on his anxiety. I have no anxiety. He had about 900 days worth of pills. What happens when a guy with no problems take a single pill designed to stop problems?
Maybe it was all in my mind, but three hours after I took it I was driving home and I felt like someone else was driving. That I was a spectator. Actually, you know how you can see the little winged guy carry around the camera in Mario 64 if you go near a mirror? I felt like that guy.
Now, again, perhaps one day and one pill is not enough time and material to even feel anything. I'm just saying, is all.
It occurs to me that I need my anger, alertness and rage on the road, because I was really stopping in not nearly enough time. Did I mention that I-25 in Denver exclusively features stop and go traffic? About 10,000 times? Sorry. I gave even more space when I drove home yesterday, and my reaction times were still shit.
On Sunday I got 4 hours of sleep. On Monday I got 5 hours of sleep. I went to get 8 hours yesterday, but I couldn't fall asleep for an hour. This never happens to me. I don't think about anything before turning in, yet the night after I took a pill to not worry I couldn't instantly fall asleep. And I truly needed it. 4.5 hours of sleep is SHIT, but I do it so that in a year's time you can all enjoy Gerrit and Lex's grinning visages looking at you from your monitor.
I have no idea if my feeling of "being separate" was genuine, and I make no judgments. I just thought I'd write about it because, hell, not much of anything else is going on around here.