Bread and circuses.
Free food and entertainment for all citizens.
Distracting them from society’s problems.
There’s nothing wrong with food. We need it to live.
There’s nothing wrong with occasional entertainment.
The problem is constant distraction.
From what’s important.
From the slow erosion of our liberties.
We need to be careful.
Otherwise, once it’s obvious what’s wrong,
It will be too late.
I hate being dependent on others.
I want to buy some land. With cash.
To build a house. With cash.
I want it to be efficient.
I want to generate my own electricity. Solar. Wind. Thorium. Zero Point Energy. Whatever works.
I want to catch rain and snow. Filter it. Use it.
To grow my own food.
I want to help other people do these things.
To be free.
I have a love/hate relationship with my antidepressant.
I forgot to take it yesterday.
Today I feel really dizzy. Confused. Irritable.
When I take them I don’t feel suicidal. At all. Ever.
I can’t put a price on that.
Before I’d have a fight with my wife. I’d leave. I’d think about ways to kill myself. I’d cry a lot.
I don’t have to deal with that anymore.
I hate that it takes a drug not to feel that way.
I hate that my doctor will only give me a three-month supply.
I hate that he demands that I make another office visit before he’ll give me more.
That doesn’t feel like freedom.
It feels like slavery.
I’ve thought about just quitting.
I tried it once. I went three days without it.
I was okay for a while. The last day I had a meltdown.
I was on a lower dose at the time.
I’ve thought about gradually reducing my dose. That’s what I’ll do when I decide to stop.
I think I need to wait until after my wife moves out with the boys.
I might even need a higher dose to get through that.
I hate this.