the chemicals between us. happiness is now mandatory.

Actually there's no prescribed/illegal chemicals between me and my girlfriend, and it's cool that way. We get by just by the pheromones and whatnot. :D

Watching the telly last night, an episode of "Rescue Me" if you want to be more specific, made me think about how chemically dependent we've become as a society. I mean, chemicals are good when used properly, but as always if you take everything to the extreme, you're bound to get seriously fucked up. Oh, and I realize "Rescue Me" is comedy at it's best, but last night's episode got to me.

Here's Dennys Leary's character. Drunk, cheater, ubermacho, yeah Leary at his best. Then his estranged wife tries to get him back. He finds out she's taking an anti-depressant and that's the reason she's so amiable. Well, he starts to take it too and Leary's character changes too. To very amusing results.

Now, I'm aware that some people need anti-deppresants to get on with their lives, but personally I think we are replacing good psychological therapy with drugs with alarming regularity. Some doctors these days don't even bother, just listen you yap, bitch and moan for an hour and then slap you a prescription. Yeah, I'm aware that some people have a chemical imbalance in their brain and some drugs help to restore the balance, but hell there was a time people coped with their problems without chemicals giving them good vibes, you know?

Maybe I'm such a control freak in that aspect that I don't want to give up my right to feel whatever the fuck I want. I've gone through some serious shit and I'm still here. Chemical free. Right now I'm a very happy camper and my drug of choice happens to be the woman I love. Even when I was on my own I did not fall in the Prozac trap (sheesh, and believe me my psychologists tried to get me to take it). Maybe that's one aspect of my stubborness that is actually positive. I'd rather deal with my emotions as they come and God knows I'm old enough and strong enough to handle them.

Yeah, I've got my weaknesses just like everybody else and I've got the scars to prove it, but as of this point, I don't want to pop pills in order to make me happy. Fuck that.

In other news "Starved" is so funny and yet makes you think a lot about the human condition.

Nip/Tuck is back on September the 20th. Let's see if I can catch tonight's episode of "Over There".

The new season of Battlestar Galactica is brilliantly fucked. I mean that as a compliment.

As always, props to my girlfriend. That woman brings me sunshine on a daily basis.