Wednesday, May 28, 2008

96 Tears or Fewer








The following is one of the best "One-Liners" I've ever read at Overheard in New York:
“Awww, you're the sweetest friend ever! You almost made me cry, except that I can't cry -- I'm on Effexor!”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, just about sums it up. A couple of comments on my last post (hi, Jill and SubtleKnife) reminded me that there may be times that I slightly (and I mean slightly) lament the fact that I don't feel as emotionally "sensitive" as I once did in my pre-pharmaceutical days. However, there's really no reason to have tears silently streaming down one's face just because you switch on the car radio one day and hear strains of Springsteen's Thunder Road. I mean... really.

5 comments:

Salty Miss Jill said...

When I can sit through 'The Color Purple' without getting choked up at all...then I think it's time to lower my dosage lest I lose all feelings. ;)

SubtleKnife said...

It's a fine line we try to tread, darling. The examples you give are not on that line, obviously. Neither am I, to be honest, but with a little pharmaceutical help I try to keep near it, that's all I can do.

Thunder Road still gives me the shivers every time - and I wouldn't want it any other way.

On a slightly related note, I've bought several flowering plants for my living room recently, I think that's a good sign.

Huntington said...

You're more of a Jersey girl than Patty Scialfa.

Lynette said...

big hugs, sweet man. finding that balance is hard.

BigAssBelle said...

my husband has been on effexor since he took hep C tx in 2002. he was never depressed, but the top side effects of the tx were depression and suicide. doctors insisted.

it has changed him, or something has. he's happy, content, but i don't know when i last heard him laugh.

now i'm sitting here boo hooing because i miss my husband, the way he was before he got sick. fuck! fucking life, it just sucks sometimes.