“This is us lovers of liberty, brotherhood and prosperity. This is us the last of the good ones, lovers of the machine, and strong believers of its commitment to our wellbeing. No place for doubts, no time for fear, or second guessing. Give us our things, our things, our things, and pills and pills and pills, and we shall rise from the ashes, bigger, better, stronger, more beautiful, more powerful, and calm. Hushed lips, dead looks, zombies dancing in the blinding light.”Tweet
We try to make sense of it all. We “try” our best to go on with this habitual living, to embrace it as much as we can and just hope for the best. We live it in the hopes of a better something. A better tomorrow, a better life, a better house, a better situation, a better something else. Something. Things. Objects of our affection. We affectionately, passionately, with all our might, with everything we have, love those objects, and we work hard to acquire them. We collect things, show them off and wear them as pieces of pride.
Our pastimes include learning skills to acquire more. More of better, bigger things. Things to better ourselves, to be better people, parents, better friends, lovers, better enemies, and better citizens. We thrive on knowing we have acquired the skills needed to achieve more, to break the glass ceiling and to simply be better employees of the system we simply feel indebted to for giving us all we have, all the haves, all the wants, all the pasts, and futures that we have put behind and looked forward to, given to us by this beautiful system. This great system, this machine, that loves us, and wants nothing but the best for us.
This is our story, this is the story of us, our struggles and our triumphs. Our behavioral issues and shortcomings, our family tragedies and triumphs, all handled and managed and taken care of by behavioral adjustments, prevention and early intervention, and through high-quality programs, we get it all. The system gives us everything we need to focus and be educated, calmer, socially adjustable, better adapted persons.
This beautiful machine, this impeccable carefully designed system, this supporter of our deepest fears and solver of all our problems, that helps us with recovery and re-introduction into society. This is us. We the persons of interest, the objects of commitment, of support of compassion. The machine tells us what to do, how to do, and where to do it. We are handled in the name of recovery, drugged in the name of support, rediscovery, and guidance and enhancement of the quality of our lives.
This is us, we are the people of all ages, from communities large and small. We are the confronters of challenges of different proportions, of mental, intellectual, and developmental illnesses, disorders, disabilities, limitations, acute and sub-acute psychiatric problems. We are carefully labeled, paraded at the right moment, and appreciate the system for giving us that smile. We see the light to the bright future. We are immersed in substances, drugs, and chemicals, and more substances, controlled this time. We are children of Adderall, Ritalin, Focalin, Duloxetin, Zoloft, Prozac, Clozapine, and of Seroquel, and we are proud, we are proud to have it under control. We are there. We are getting through it all, one by one, step by step. By the grace of medications, and the machine, and our own willpower, and willingness to change, we are putting the pieces together, hopeful that we can do it. That we can achieve it.
This is us, we are the parents of the highest skills, asking for help whenever we see the warning signs. The machine is there to dispense whatever we need and desire to help us navigate through the problems of parenting. Nothing like a good psychoanalysis session will help us, support us, reassure us, and validate us. With our families strong and our futures bright, we can achieve and come and conquer. Encouragement to be honest and to be ourselves, to be lovers of self-realization, admiration and fascination has given us the wings to fly high up in the sky of this beautiful hopeful world. We grab every moment so tight because we are programmed by the machine to feel good about it all. Hope radiates from every inch of us and we can do it.
This is us lovers of liberty, brotherhood and prosperity. This is us the last of the good ones, lovers of the machine, and strong believers of its commitment to our wellbeing. No place for doubts, no time for fear, or second guessing. Give us our things, our things, our things, and pills and pills and pills, and we shall rise from the ashes, bigger, better, stronger, more beautiful, more powerful, and calm. Hushed lips, dead looks, zombies dancing in the blinding light.