Our ADD issue...and other crap

We live too fast paced. Everything today has to be quick, simple, and easy. Even our commercials---they are loud, obnoxious, and bright flashing colors and images that are supposed to be appealing to the eye. Nobody lives in the moment anymore. Nobody takes time to enjoy anything anymore. Instead we make ourselves miserable for 30 years and work at a job we hate so that we can be “happy” in 30 years and buy big toys and TV’s. And if you die tomorrow, how would you feel about your life? We aren’t invincible, but the TV’s treat death as if it happens so casually and it teaches that the bad guys die and drugs and alcohol and movies make us believe we are invincible and that expensive things will make us happy. Back in the old(er) days, thing took time. A meal consisted of hunting, cleaning, cooking, and all the stuff that came with making a dead animal suitable to eat. And so everybody would sit and eat together and would enjoy the food and savor it, because they knew how much work it took to get that meal. Now, we just throw some cardboard and plastic in a microwave, heat it up, and eat it on the go. It’s barely real food and even at that-we don’t actually enjoy it (but who would?). A sunset or a meteor shower or a thunderstorm is boring now. We need LSD to make any of that the slightest bit interesting. Instead of accepting what is, we need to make everything better and faster, because we are impatient, and a sunset can’t be interesting as it is. We need everything to be enhanced because we are so damn distracted with all the other things going on, it’s almost impossible for the smaller things to catch our attention. We argue that we NEED drugs to make life better and that they are ENHANCERS. Do we really need enhancers? I mean, my god. People are already having trouble focusing on anything as it is. Why do we need something natural to be enhanced therefore becoming an even bigger “distraction”? We need our boobs enhanced, our prescriptions enhanced, our sex enhanced. Nobody can just be satisfied with the way things are. We can’t be satisfied. And when something simple DOES happen and it satisfies us, it almost feels unreal because it comes as a shock that something that small could please us. And, ADD my ass. We have TVD and DVD and DDD---it’s an excuse, don’t you know? If I’ve got ADD, then EVERYBODY HAS ADD! It’s not real, though. We’re just looking for an excuse to take a prescription, make ourselves seem more interesting than everybody else (because it’s competition now to see who can have the most disorders) or we are just so damn distracted at all the other things blaring at us and flashing at us that we can’t concentrate. Did THAT reason ever occur to you? The radio. The TV. The internet. The movies. The media. We should, for one day, turn down all the noise and all the distractions, and live in SILENCE for one day…I know that’s impossible, but it’s an example. I think silence scares people because we’ve been taught or programmed into thinking that if there’s not somebody screaming or shouting or blabbing away, then there’s a problem. And what in the world would we do without our cell phones and pagers and Starbucks and alarms and heroin and muscle relaxants and pain killers and ecstasy and vodka and parties and orgies? O my god the HORROR!!! (Insert shrieking here). I mean seriously…it’s pretty sad. Everything has to be pretty and fun to be wanted. And we are constantly lusting after things. We talk for hours on CELL PHONES about what we WANT to buy at the MALL but how much diet pills we have to take to WEAR what we want. This all makes me question if anything is real anymore. Romance and love is reenacted in how it’s portrayed in movies. We need Prozac to fix us. Even some of our depression is unreal and our fears are unreal. When we are actually relaxing and not thinking or worrying and lying back-that calmness is usually because we took some kind of drug. We need pills to sleep, pills to wake up, pills to be happy, pills to be sad, pills to be bigger, pills to be smaller…we “need” something for everything today. Pills to make us stressed and pills to make us not stressed. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND. I’m sure there was more that I was going to bitch about but I’ve seemed to have forgotten it because I have ADD and can’t focus and all that crap. The end.