Last week I took a handful of antidepressants. I'm not depressed. I just thought it'd be trippy.
I'm happy to admit I've experimented with chemicals on more than 1 occasion, but I'd never tried mood-stabalizers. My parents weren't lazy pill-pop-enablers, despite the fact I acted like a dildo in school. But I wanted to know what they're like, and nothing helps 'learning' better than 'doing', right?
So I took 2 Citalopram (something my buddy got when he punched himself in the head) and 2 Diazepam (something you take after you get shot in video games) over the course of the day and they completely killed my vibe! For the next 3 days, I walked around like a robot, indecisive and unable to hold onto a coherent thought. I was indifferent to everything, unable to talk. I ignored everyone I met because I had nothing to say. At one point, 3 hot drunk chicks huddled around the tiny dog on my lap in a pub, smiling and stroking his wee head, all of 'em hovering 3 inches above the sweaty puddle of mutant flesh that is my crotch, and I just gave 'em the stink-eye! What the fuck is wrong with these pharmaceuticals? Is this the best we can do with crazy/creative people? Sedate 'em? Turn 'em into emotionless machines?
I, for one, would hate to have to take any of that boring, spirit-sucking stuff regularly. Life ain't that painful yet!
So stick with illegal drugs. They're much more fun! ...And also, maybe don't take medicine that isn't prescribed for you.