You know, I’ve had this very same conversation ad naseum over the years. I was always very anti antidepressants and often spoke my mind about it. I still don’t have that high of a regard for them, but I’ve learned for some that they can be a God send. I have close friends that are severely bipolar and two who are schizophrenic. Without the drugs there would be no hope for these people. On the drugs they live happy, functional, purposeful lives.
Enough said.
I still believe however that there are far too many people on this crap. As far as I’m concerned and from my own experiences, unless you’re suffering from bonifide clinical depression you don’t need this shit. That’s coming from a recovering drug addict and alcoholic. Believe me, I know about depression also. Far too many people would rather wallow in their own shit and look for a softer easier solution that deal with their issues.
And as far as I’m concerned NO ISSUE is too great to deal with. It’s kind of like Dino said; what ever happened to dealing with life’s shit instead of trying to escape it in the first place????
I spent far too much of my life in an attempt to remain numb. Attempting not to care and not to feel anything. It was a liability. I couldn’t continue on a path of self destruction if I cared. Ironically, my undoing was that I cared TOO MUCH and I was never taught how to express that to another.
Life has purpose. One of those purposes IS to go through all the shit that we do. When you’ve managed to achieve enough personal growth that you can recognize existentialist jerk offs the likes of Tom Cruise for the fools that they are, then you may get a glimpse of the why also.
I’ve been on top of the mountain before and I’ve literally been through the gates of hell. That was AFTER I got off the drugs.
Personally I WANT to feel life today. I want the ups and downs. Life is SUPPOSE to be that way. Fuck all this even keel garbage. What fun is that kind of life anyways?
O’ wait I’m wrong, I must be bipolar after all. Or at the very least a manic depressive since I like to swing up and down through life.
Damn, my ADD must be kicking up again, or is it the ODD this time. Maybe I’m just an obsessive compulsive eccentric shithead.
Hell maybe it’s the dyslexia again since I seem to be having difficulty focusing and processing all the bullshit feed to me on a daily basis.
I’ll tell you what. Just hang a label on me and I’ll agree to wear it for awhile. If you agree to try and figure out why I don’t exactly fit into the definitions of your labels. Comedian, Corinthian, and Characature.
You see I like to feel the sadness, the hurt, and the sorrow. I also like the ability to feel the happiness, the joy, and the exhilaration that life offers today. All of these things let me know I’m alive today. The trick is to learn to embrace these emotions and not regard them as just something to be endured. I enjoy being able to express this to others and having an ability to genuinely share in another’s happiness as well as their sorrow. We’re all here together for a reason. If this were not the case, then I think we would all be on our own planets. Probably busying ourselves with devising ways to fuck each others planets up.
Sure I have my periods where nothing seems to go my way, or how I think it should. Those times when I want to crank the suicide music at peak volume and cry the blues. When I’m all done pouring myself a big glass of self pity, I’m often remind myself of a quote of Neitzche’s that I came across many years back while reading “The 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse” :
Neitzche was quoted as stating; Work appears natural in that it releases man from the tortures of his soul.
Okay now I got you. You’re think wtf RC? Well I had an old timer tell it to me this way once:
“Get a gimmick or get high again”.
Then I was recently reminded of it while listen to a CD (either self improvement or SS stuff):
“Learn to distract you’re thoughts”.
And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told:
RC what you need is to get out of yourself.
Think about that for awhile and I leave you with this thought:
If I were to take what Dino related to us out of the context of his life, then I would have no choice but to label it a tragedy.
Indeed a tragedy in which I could write it’s ending with the act of Dino taking his own life.
But if we were to take these events WITHIN the context of an entire life span, then surely we would see how Dino overcame these trials.
We would observe how he continued on and (hopefully) became a useful, productive, and positive participant in his own life, the life of his child, and the lives of others that came and went through the course of his life.
Then we would have no choice but to deem it a CATHARIS.
That my friends is POETICS. It’s attributed to some guy named Aristotle.
You’ll find within poetics lies some of the keys that will allow you to make life magical.
But you sure the hell won’t find them in a bottle of Zolof or Paxil.
If you really want go in deep, try PHAEDRUS by Plato.
That would distract your thoughts.
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