I ran out of my prescription just over a week ago and didn’t realize until I went to take my next tablet.
An argument against the rampant over-prescription of psychiatric drugs for children.
I spent my adolescence hating my dad for being an insane, racist, misogynistic, conspiracy theorist. I chalked up all his beliefs to deeply repressed reclining-chair-and-Prozac type issues. Unfortunately for my years of teenage snakiness, I’m starting to realize he was right about everything.
Having a new message on Facebook, a tweet, a text message. That’s the 2011 way of being happy. Friend requests are like a dose of Prozac and a wall post is the virtual equivalent of a big fat line of coke. Be wary of the comedown though. The Internet is a major source of people’s happiness but it also can make you totally depressed.
My own depression was treated, with varying success, with Prozac, talk therapy, alcohol, marijuana, and nitrous oxide inhaled from Redi-Whip cans.
Without my knowledge, my mom initiates conversation with Carles using my Gmail account and demands information on his identity. He is extremely accommodating and assures her that he is not a pedophile. He tries to explain to her what Hipster Runoff is, but she doesn’t understand. I vividly remember her telling Carles to “cool it with my daughter.”
I guess some zany biologists did a kind of ‘comprehensive study’ that spanned “six biodiversity rich regions around the world” and concluded that climate change would destroy over a million species of plants and land animals by mid-century.