Someone you know just told me this: "I declare 2000 to be the Year of the<br />
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Pills. People just can't take it anymore. I personally can't take it<br />
<br />
anymore. There is information coming at me from every direction, and<br />
<br />
everyone is starting to look pretty ugly inside. If you can live with that<br />
<br />
you're a damn freak. So I got worried about it, and I went to the shrink.<br />
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The shrink prescribed these pills to me; they're called Effexor. Happy<br />
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chemistry, my boyfriend said it was, and he never called or showed up again.<br />
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And the shrink said 'In three weeks you should become more relaxed. If not,<br />
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we'll change the prescription.' Well, in three weeks I was more relaxed. Too<br />
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damn relaxed. I didn't want to do anything. Nothing at all. And I can't<br />
<br />
understand why people like you keep pivoting around like the world is about<br />
<br />
to blow up anytime now. So the shrink said 'OK, we wanted to stop the<br />
<br />
depression but not to make you lazy. So let's change the prescription.' So<br />
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then it was Zoloft. I had tons of issues with that, but I'd rather not get<br />
<br />
into them. Three weeks later the shrink was cocking one eyebrow at me and<br />
<br />
prescribing something else. I'm not going to tell you the name of it because<br />
<br />
you're smirking at me. You bastard. I can see the wheels grinding in your<br />
<br />
head. Go away. Vanish. Disappear."<br />
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Year of the Pills it is.<br />
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Help yourself and justify.<br />
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