(TURAN- Remove this if you feel it unrelated - as i'm sure it is)
I know. I said I was going to bed. It is late, but after a day like I had, it's time to blow off some steam, and you all WILL read it or be destroyed!
Drug companies. Those mother f'in drug companies. Oh how I loathe thee Mr.Paxil maker. At one point in this psycho-babble I mention my hatred for the formentioned. I swear.
I have a nurse as a mother, turned high-school teacher. She is a wise woman (as I would hope everyone would view their mothers), and throughout my childhood introduced me to several things as a way of learning right from wrong. Yet, in the end, it was mostly my curiousity that taught me right from wrong, mother was just there to re-enforce the teachings, "You see? that's what happens when you put your hand on a hot stove!", "You put your head through the railing, now you get it out!", "Well if your hand was meant to fit inside a bee hive, the holes wouldn't be so small, now would they?". Yes, mother was a center of informational knowledge that I only needed to perform certain actions in order to tap into. God bless her.
One thing she failed me on, however, was drugs. i found out about those for myself. If for no other reason than I was the youngest of four children. Three whom were honor roll students, and one - let's just say - that didn't like to follow down that same trampled path of goodness that so many before him had done so sucessfully. Was it the simple fact of sheer stuipidity or lack of brain capacity to handle such a feat? No. It was nothing more than the, 'I am independant, hear me roar' mentallity. I won't mention who this one of the four children is, as some sort of anonymity must remain.
Well then came high school. I attended a private Catholic high school that prevailed as a jock-to-end-all-jock schools. Yet, sports was not a love of mine. There were of course the nerds - but my laid-back mentality didn't hold up to all that was 'nerdy' for them. How about the preps? My psuedo-dress attire never fully complimented their pretigous woredrobes. And then there's the burnouts, whom I became associated with on occasion for purposeful needs yet to be explained.
Who did I evenually hang out with? All of them. How? I was..... brace yourselves.... the class clown.
Yes, that's right. Stink bomb in the hallway? Me. Cherry bomb down the toilet? Me. Constant disruptions in the back of the class? Me. The glue that held this clik-fest of a class together? Me. Can I be that egotistical? Yes. Cause I WAS the glue. I was the one person that no one could label. I was loved by all and hated by all. I got along with everybody, regardless of their reputation and clik.
But I did partake in several aspects of all the groups that held this commmonality (although never mentioned or admitted to amongst an opposing sect). What was the common denominator? What was this lowest integer of all the hoopla known as groupies? You guess right --> Weed. The big momba-king himself. And weed made it all good. <enter 2 years of blurred memory>
I think it was sitting in a house in Auburn Hills, MI one day when I realized that I honestly could not remember what I did the previous two days. In fact, the whole month of September seemed to spew together in a single flash memory of Subway and bongs. It was this exact moment that I vowed to never smoke again. <enter 2 days of serious withdrawl symptoms and eye-opening experiences>
Two days later, I assessd my life in a single hour. Yes, it was that pathetic that in a solitary hour, my life could be summarized and the single purpose found in it. The experience left me empty. <enter begging of parents to return home and packing of bags>
I can never get back those several years of abuse to my body. Thankfully marajuana and achohol are the only two drugs that were abused, although believe me there were several others available to try at any given moment. And here I still downplay them as almost 'civilized' drugs to abuse. I became a man at the age of 25, although everyone would swear that I thought I was a man at age 17.
Isn't this a rant of sorts? Yes indeed it is. I just got sidetracked a little. Imagine if I got sidetracked a lot...
So after my life experiences, I claim first-hand knowledge to the effects that self-interest can have on us humans. I claim years of background research into the psyche of the mind of the curious teen, and the rebelious young adult. At no time during all my adventures and all my sporadic behaviors as a child did my mother ever THINK that I was A.D.D.. At no point were drugs ever even considered as a viable alternative to 'calm' me down. I was a hyper kid with a blacksheep attitude - anything to get attention. That's all. Any drugs that I tried simply became a result of my own curiosity.
So enter adulthood - the REAL adulthood. Now surrounded by commercials and people demanding specific drugs from doctors that they feel are what they need to 'calm' their 'irregularities'. I am furious! The side-effects alone are enough to scare the shit out of any half-witted individual, yet they are practically selling themselves off the shelves at your local Walgreens. And these people are voting the US government officals into office (Although this is another topic entirely)!?!?!
Perhaps in the 'long-run' (yes I almost always put my cliche remarks in quotes because they are meant to be focused out fo the sentence for both further meaning and judgement as to their use in so many common phrases used by people)... Let me restart my thought...
Perhaps in the 'long-run', I am a bit happy that I experienced the things I did at such a young age. Just imagine if I was one of the people out there today that never experimented with drugs as a child, and were raised in a mediocore educational family, and were taught that the way to live life was to work at GM for 40 years and retire with benfits. The stupidity of non-street smart unbringing beaten into them in every school system, every sitcom, every news report. But the difference is that now, they are adults and have money - but are still curious about the "what-if's" out there. THAT my friends is one of the most dangerous things that I see walking our streets this day. A person with money, uneducated curiousity, and ignorance.
And where do the drug companies fit in to all this BS? They ARE the sitcom. They ARE the news reports. They ARE the Generous-Motors dream that hasn't existed for over 15 years now. Feeding off of every half-witted person that honestly believes that they can make political judgements based off of the commericals seen on TV. And the drug companies are litterally killing us off... and "we're" paying them to do it.
Okay. It's later than 10pm when i started thinking about this. Hell, it's almost midnight and I've made probably half a point in all this gabbing.
My message - Don't let your kids grow up to be cowboys! ALVIN!!
I don't like moderating. I've never had a thing for power of any kind. I think the desire for dominance over another creature is a base human insecurity that I hope I never develop. Thus, I don't want to delete or edit posts, but I do feel a responsibility to coordinate topics so that the forums don't become chaotic and confusing for those who are searching for specific materials. I opened a new forum, generically called "Community" for now. I hope you don't mind my moving your thread here.
Regarding your "rant," I agree with much of your sentiment. Rampant abuse of medical drugs, especially mind-altering psychotropic drugs, is a big problem. However, I don't entirely agree with where you point the blame. Such a reaction is always the first reaction people have when they identify a problem. My child went out and gunned down a car. Damn video games! A man walked into McDonald's and blew 10 people away. Damn gun manufacturers! The neighbor molested my 10-year old boy. Damn Michael Jackson! (Well, okay, I might agree with that last one. :P)
No matter what is developed in this world, no matter how abused, it is not the invention that is the evil. It's the use. The reason use of it seems to get worse and worse is because people can continue to unload their responsibility upon the inventors and manufacturers. Why stop a behavior if you enjoy it and that behavior isn't your fault? Not only you get to blame someone else, but everyone else will help you point the blame elsewhere.
In specific, the makers of these drugs you mention. There are legitimate uses for such things. There are those who do need them. Unfortunately those who truly need them are in the small minority of those using them. Responsibility falls first and foremost on those who use them unnecessarily, those who want the easy solution, a "magic pill" to make all their problems go away. Responsibility falls second on those who make such drugs readily available and who aren't qualified to do so. General medical doctors are not the ones to manage psychotropes. Trained psychiatrists do not administer these drugs as freely as your family doctor will.
Anyway, I guess I'll finish by saying perhaps we're actually "on the same page" (heehee) here but looking at it a little differently. Do I think companies that make things like Paxil should tout it as a solution for your mental problems? "Feeling blue? Pop a pill. Available in pharmacy section of your grocery store, right next ot the Flintstone's chewable morphine." No. But I guess I'm of a mind to blame the ignorant, apathetic masses who are actually affected by this. It's like the Jedi mind trick. It works on the weak-minded.
I certainly don't mind the movement of such a topic. I feel that perhaps this wasn't the correct place to rant and rave to begin with, but I also did desire more than my own viewpoint on such a topic, as I desire to learn. I have grown fond of the intellect this community shows, and wanted to tap that for opinions. I feel that if I went through life with only my viewpoints on everything without taking into consideration all opinions that might be available, then I would be just as bad as those I complain about. And you gave such an opinion, I thank you for that.
Be it the long frustrating day I had, or the lack of sleep over the weekend built into that day, I can see where my focus may have gone astray. I would agree completely that the problem cannot be blamed on a single large community as "the drug companies". It's the same as labeling african-americans for all the crime, simply because the number sway in their favor over other ethnic cultures, or the several fine examples you gave.
I touched lightly on the feeling that people are more dangerous being ignorant and under-educated, and should have brought that to the forefront of my rant a bit more, in retrospect. Ahh yes, the ignorant and stupid. I always have claimed that I don't mind being ignorant to things, I would just hate to be stupid. Ignorant people just don't know, but can learn. Stupid people are incapable of being taught - wether it be due to their own close-minded attitudes, or their brain process. Severly mentally retarded individuals fall into the latter category, sad as it is. But those that are of sound mind are the ones that I speak to moreso in my attempts at a point. I think somewhere there was a point in all that.. somewhere.
The drug campanies share some responsability I believe. It's the advertising that points out the benefits in 10 seconds, and then has 20 seconds of side-effects which I claim hatred to. But perhaps I'm angry because I KNOW that the majority (YES, the majority) of America and other countries are indeed ignorant and will not take the time to investigate these drugs for themselves. Yes, they can be taught - hence the 'ignorant' statement, but they are being taught a bias. They whole-heartedly buy into the belief of the "magic pill", as you so aptly put, to solve all of their problems - hook, line, and sinker. They believe that the media never lies, that everything on TV is real, and that their doctor should give them what they want. After all, THEY are the customer - and if they don't get what they want, they'll find someone that WILL give it to them.
I don't want to downplay the effective use of such things are pharmasutical (sp?) drugs and such. I see the use of a great many of them for the minority as well. I hope that they will refrain from such a heavy focus on advertising as time goes on, but I'm also affraid that they will only do more. Currently in the eastern US (for those of you outside of that area) I hear about 15-20 commercials per day on the radio for drugs, and see more than 5 commercials in one sitting of TV watching (when I watch TV, which is becoming for rare). I shake my head in disgust every time, cause I just KNOW that someone is saying, "Yeah. YEAH! I need that! I have those symptoms! I must be sick!" It is humerous to imagine someone actually doing this, but disturbing at the same time. Certainly, I can change the channel that I'm listening to or watching, but that will not change their playing of such advertisments.
In the end, this why I opt to stay home and play in a ficticous world of fantasy and roleplay. It offers me relief from the stresses of life. So I will digress back to my happier state, as that is truly the type of person I am. I get a bug up my arse about once every couple months and just need to release my anger into rants or poems, but I didn't feel so poetic this day.
"this why I opt to stay home and play in a ficticous world of fantasy and roleplay"
And I have for quite some time found this to be an interesting irony. We take breaks from reality into our fantasy worlds, we don't make a fantasy of our realities like so many. The pursuit of delusion has far surpassed the pursuit of knowledge or true happiness.
We live in the diet-pill era. In order to be happy I need not lift a finger except to pinch a pill that will make me beautiful, desirable, and healthy. All good things come in a bottle.
I gave up TV long ago except for the Simpsons. That's the only show I watch. I need the daily comedy break. Even then, the commercials do get irritating. Although, at the time the Simpsons is on, I have to deal mostly with lawyer commercials. Talk about avoidance of responsibility. Call 1-800-CASH-IN and I will find somebody to sue somehow for whatever misery that you possess, however minor.
You've seen Mr Sam Bernstein too? LOL!! Hate that guy...
The TV has become more and more of a 24 hour/day soap opera to me. I can surf over 90 channels on basic cable and find nothing of interest.
The best idea I will buy into is the DVD series of things. I have all three seasons of Family Guy, the first 4 seasons of Star Gate SG1, two seasons of Highlander, and every Buffy season on DVD. Umm, did I say Buffy? I meant Angel...NO! I mean Touched By An Angel... I mean, what? NO!! I mean...who is this calling me? I told you never to call me at this number!!
*sigh* I admit to my interest in that show. Question my manly-ness if you must. <curls up into the fetal position>
I like them because they offer no commercials and I can watch 3 weeks worth of shows in one sitting, instead of seeing that dreaded "To be continued..."
I've never questioned your manly-ness... Wait a minute. Are you saying that you are a man? Oh my.
j/k man, but Buffy??? Manliness issues aside, that show produces more cheese than Wisconson. I think only Xena might have been worse.
I'm rather odd in my Simpson watching habit. I have an entire 4 seasons on DVD but I still only watch it on broadcast TV. I think it's just a ritual thing. It forces me to sit down for an hour each day and relax doing absolutely nothing important or stressful. If it weren't a time period forced on me by the broadcasters, I wouldn't have the discipline to stick to it myself.
Not to mention that I only have four seasons on DVD and there are about 14 total seasons.