As I sat at the dinner table last night having a conversation, the topic of drugs arose and as I laid in bed last night, I thought more about the topic and society. When I say drugs, I am not talking about what I can score on the corner in Flint, but of what any doctor can easily sign a slip for a magical pill that will make anything better. I am talking about prescription drugs. Before it was just my generations candy but now it has opened up to everyone's cookie jar. All we have to do now if we have pain in our elbow is go to our local doctor and they'll write a script for that. If we can't breathe, they'll write a script for that. And if we feel sad, why hell, they'll write a script for that because why shouldn't we add one more layer to disengage us further from reality?
If it wasn't enough that people are glued to their digital devices, we now have pills that can make everyone feel the same. I once thought that was what made us all unique, that none of us were the same but sadly now, we can all be the same. With our Facebook and Twitter accounts and don't forget, our pill bottles, we can easily sit in a row with one hand on our keyboards and the other popping pills.
Some days I do wake up melancholy and as I could reach for my bottle of Xanax or Zoloft and in thirty minutes, everything would be this "normal" thing the world speaks of and does not know, I don't. I don't take the pill that is the cure all to this "disease" I do not have. We are meant to feel. Our emotions are one of our greatest human features so why do we suppress them?
As humans, we have become so lazy that feeling is something that gets in the way. We do not have time to spend a day just being depressed. Sometimes the best medicine is crying for hours in a ball on your bathroom floor but who does that anymore? Two hours later you'll be exhausted and wonder what it was you were so upset about. Who cares about the side affects these drugs can cause as companies pump them out on a daily bases. If you don't have to feel anything but happiness, it is totally worth it.
Before long, there will be negative side effects that will emerge as we continue our sad journey further from reality. Suppressing our feelings, whether it is anger, fear, anxiety, or sadness, after a while of shoving it down into the farthest corners of our bodies, will eventually break when the final hair is placed on top. I know from experience and not taking pills every time I am upset, that I like to bury most of my emotions and every so often, something little comes by and knocks down my sandcastles and I lose it. Now here is where someone would insert, "if you took a pill for that, this wouldn't be a problem." To me, it isn't a problem. Just a reminder that I am real and this is reality I am in. But for those who cover these emotions up with pills, what happens when all of these suppressed emotions come crashing down? After a while it seems like they will and what, we'll take a white one and it'll put the pieces back somewhere else?
No comments:
Post a Comment