I find it amusing that I have so many tall friends. Soooo many tall friends. And then when I stand near them I feel so tiny, yet so... safe. But I adore my smaller friends too, even though most of them are still taller than me. If I had a valid medical reason for my vertical deficiency, I'd join the LPA. I'm short enough. But I don't know why. I say I must have had a growth hormone deficiency, but doctors did tests and stuff and found nothing. My "growth spurt" was a whopping 3 inches in 7th grade, and my feet grew 2 sizes. So I'm just little. But I'm damn cute, so there. Ha!
And this is touching.
Argh. It seems like more and more of my friends are going on antidepressants, particularly Lexapro. I mean, it's good that they're getting treatment for depression and anxiety and stuff, but medication just seems to be a quick fix. I hated being on medication, that's why I stopped taking the Lexapro and refused to take anything else. Paxil made me into a zombie. I didn't write for a month when I was taking it, because that "spark" was gone. My uncle had a heart attack and I didn't care. I watched Lilo and Stitch without feeling any emotion. Lexapro was better, it stopped the random episodes of depression, but it cleared my head and regulated the chaotic thoughts. It was really weird. I can't deal with ordered thinking, I need the chaos. And it didn't do anything for the social anxiety, which was supposedly the main reason I was taking it. So I stopped. Plus, I'm really bad about taking pills, so I'd get lazy and forget all the time. But now so many of my friends are on Lexapro, and it makes me wonder what's going on. Why are we supposed to just take a pill and make it better? How about working with what's making us depressed in the first place?
On the other hand, I got a pill bottle that's perfect for holding my dice, and I seem to roll better when I use it. *shrugs* So I guess there's some good in that. Heh.