It's not easy being green
Hello gentle Americans. It has been one of those weeks when inspiration has been sucked out of me like a hooker and spit into a Kleenex and flushed down the john. I read things and yet find none of it all to interesting. Health reform bores me to tears. Though I really should be invested in it getting passed, I have had this strange cough for the last 3 years. Probably 9/11 related? I should be jumping for joy that gay marriage has been approved in our nations capitol; but alas, I am not. I have no one to marry and besides if I did I would not want to go to Washington, D.C. to exchange vows. Washington is a pit, except of course when the Cherry Blossoms are in bloom. But I can’t even think of going there at that time, my allergies would consume me in a mass of flem making my trip so unappealing. Who wants a bride with eye boogers anyhow? The recent splash of springtime in NYC should have me jumping for joy, we have needed it for sometime, but oddly enough that is not even enough to snap me out of this melancholy.
A doctor would say I am depressed and I would have to agree with him/her. But I could not think of going on medication for depression. I believe that those drugs are mind-controlling devices set up by the government to keep us sedated and compliant. Paranoid? Yes, I suppose just a bit. I also look at cell phones as tracking devices, where they can keep tabs on us at all times from a satellite floating in space. Big brother is watching.
Maybe I should leave normal life all together and become a recluse drag queen in the mountains somewhere-no cell phone, no TV, no meds, no crowds, just nature and me. Living in a log cabin that I would build with my own two hands. It can’t be that hard, I have seen them build them on Little House On the Prairie, so I have a basic idea. I could lip-synch for the forest animals, and live on nuts and berries. I like nuts. Sounds almost magical except for the fact that I hate to shit in a hole in the backyard, and that occasionally I would like to get laid. So I suppose I will stay right here in city and wait for this depression to pass, surrounded by the noise, filth and the glamour that only NYC can provide.
Stay fresh,
X
Your right to skip the meds unless your feeling suicidal.
Our nation has become overly medicated.
I even watched a documentary yesterday about how parents are coming up with fake issues so they can put their teens on anti depressants.
The kind that kill the libido.
A round about way of birth control.
It’s just plain fucked up if you ask me.
Lainie Rae
PS:) So who is your choice for Drag Race?
Yes………I know I hate Rupaul, but I have been entertained by the girls. I think that hispanic sister is going to win.
Hedda, I had added you to my menu at the cafe under “Salads” and had not been to your site recently and needed a break after posting a nine-hour-to-write riff called “Freedom is just another word for Conformity” and dropped by to check out what you were up to.
Very profound and insanely funny, especially after I ripped into similar topics you addressed. Get over the sniffles. I have been to Maine a few times and stayed in a cool cabin and wrote like a chipmunk of ‘ludes, but luckily had indoor plumbing, I too, am not fond of shitting in a hole and nature has a way of rebelling!
No meds for Hedda, you’re correct: mind control and worthless. Writing cures the ills, trust me.
Henry