sufisaint
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I am sure I am going to get alot of disagreement on this thread (or it will be ignored like most of my threads because I am not flirting or in the kissing each other asses crowd) but I talked to one of my good friend last night, we have known each other for at least ten years, worked together for the first two. She was a wonderful gentle soul who was usually quiet in group but very intelligent and adventerous thinker even though she is not "well educated." She was the kind of person who rescued animals, always had kind words for others and always tried to understand. We have gone through divorces together, having children and all the work stuff. Well, let me get to the point, being a deep and true caring person she, occasionally got down because of the general cruelty and callousness of people especially in the work place, as I often do. I was just always moved by her deep compassion for her own and other feelings. Well, talking to her last night was talking to like another person She was like a mindless feelingless robot who was obsesed with suburban life. I ask her, in a nice way, what has changed. Her answer, her now husband, who was tired of her "moodiness" urged her to go see a HMO psychologist/psychiatrist and of course was put on paxel ( I think) right away. Here is my point, medicating the misery out of your life is not the answer, killing a gentle loving soul so you can become like everyone is such a waste of life. There are so few people who really get it, and we are not 2.5 kids, two SUV, big colonial house on culdasack, two income family people we are usaully the artists, the writers ect... we are the eccentrics. And now were under attack, the drug companies have found they can make a huge profit on the misery of this materialistic society causes. Commercials selling happiness in a pill have come out of fiction andbecome reality. I just feel like a good friend has just died inside, I know some do need medical treatment, but not so many at such a cost. The sadness teaches compassion and is a motivation to make real changes in our lives and in society. All i can think of is the Oasis song..."How many special people change? How many lives are living strange." I guess my point is hold on to your individaulity...your own feelings...medication should be a last resort...not the first...I do not care if a doctor writes you a script...you are no different than the alcoholic who hides in a bottle instead of deeping their own soul... Just my opinion.