Carnival
I guess I’ve grown old and … not so much cynical as …
I passed on by.
But teens and 20s? I’d have stopped and spent a few hours doing what boys that age do at street carnivals.
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Talk to gurlz?
At that age, the girls ignored us. Smart on their part. So we wandered around …
“Tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you
Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me”
And eating corn dogs.
Carnival food..mmmm.
Cotton candy. So much flavor in no substance at all.
Sno-cones. I liked the red ones.
Corn dogs (I got quite sick on carny corn dogs once)
So much fun until
weI grew up to know better.Sausage, onion& pepper sandwich and the skinny french fries.
Whoa.
Now THAT’s a gurl to take to the carnival right there!
You just know she’s gonna be fun.
Go spend $20 on the BB Gun deal and win her that 5′ pink teddy bear….
From over at the daily time waster:
Add the FF and we be good. Beer chaser?
There’d be some bear snugglin’ goin’ on fer sure.
Does the bear have to be pink?
Choose whatever color you want!
WTF is an antidepressant anyway, and why would someone take them?
I hear about this stuff all the time but don’t know anyone that takes them.
Let me say that another way.
No one I know has told me they are talking them things and I had no reason to ask them if they are.
From over at WRSA:
I took Paxil for about 5 years after my husband’s suicide along with off and on therapy. It all helped although I strongly argued against the meds for a long time. I finally started weaning myself, slowly, off the Paxil and have not felt the need to restart since, thank goodness. I still deal with the black dog from time to time but because I’m aware of it I know it will pass after a few days. It’s just part of life for me.
Dealing with depression is complicated. Too many people self-medicate. Too many people don’t realize they don’t have to stay with the first therapist they get. I also did a lot of reading/research to help myself. I learned a long time ago to be my own advocate and never be afraid to ask questions.
I’m luckier than many.
I don’t know how I forgot this but when I started writing that became another type of medication for me. Expressing all kinds of feelings is a way to release and relieve. Completing a piece feels good.
I wrote this poem in 2009:
Think again…
rasslin’ with
the black dog.
surprised
and wonder why?
no one tells all
to anyone.
not you. not I.
“why would someone take them?”
I suspect people are in desperate straits and grasp at straws – still trusting their doctor.
And not realizing their doctor might just be shilling for the pharmas.
Or looking for a legal way to catch a buzz.
I love the commercials for anti-depressants where one of the side effects is “thoughts of suicide”.
I hope RFK2 gets rid of commercials for prescription drugs.
Every time I go to the VA, which will be next week, they ask me a litany of questions that may be “leading” like you suggested. “Do you get feelings of hurting yourself?” “Do you have social strata to lean on?”
Srsly, I don’t even know what’s going on most of the time there. Like i’m in a diff universe.
My wife and I watch Wheel and Jeopardy sometimes while eating supper and the drug commercials are out of control. And the medicare and the injury lawyers. And more negro’s than you can shake a stick at. Where’d all the wipeepo go? Change the channel and it’s the same stuff all over again. An hour of TV is as much as I can bear.
Drs always start asking those kinds of questions of all their patients age 50+. Making sure we’re competent to take care of ourselves. I consider it somewhat insulting.
I try to make sure my doctors are over 50 themselves. I have more faith in their training and experience than one much younger. Not age … it’s the indoctrination.