Hey, ewe

This having the flu tends to change ya perspective on life a little. Lying down a lot does that. For instance, I know from all my time in bed over the past week that there is far too much flyshit on the rosette around my light fitting and the wallpaper needs fixing properly. OK so I already knew all that in a cerebral way, now it's been optically confirmed, even without my specs on. I focused.

Anyway, one day I got to thinking about Happy Pills. It seems like everyone is taking them, or has taken them, or will be taking them soon; the same drugs in similar doses for different reasons, with almost ovine complacency. Because, for whatever reason, our life sux. The curse of the modern age is the cure of the modern age - no, not Viagra, Prozac. Or fluoxetine, citalopram, aropax, amitrips, valium or whatever flavour of little helper Mother (or Father) has been prescribed by their medical professional because for whatever reason, equilibrium has been lost. Because when it's too hard to fix a life unfixable, even if you have nothing else, you can always have drugs.

Wouldn't it be nicer to have a world where simple, ordinary desires are met as of right and everyone isn't living a chemically induced false reality and calling it "normal"? And let's face it, most people's happiness is only a chasm-hop away. One way or the other, they won't know if they lost on landing.

OK ok, I'll go take my pills like a good girl, but only because you promised I could wear the Gimp suit tonight.


Life's just much too hard today
I hear ev'ry mother say
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those
You will get an overdose
No more running for the shelter
Of a mother's little helper - Rolling Stones

Nothing's changed much since 1966. Has it?