So now we can use the term "Social Anxiety Disorder" for hermits and paranoid shut-ins. I love America.
To anybody who thinks they have "Social Anxiety Disorder" or any other excuse to take prescription drugs, here's a little motivational pep talk for ya:
You're the center of your own universe, but guess what: nobody's out to get you, you're not important enough to be a threat to anyone else. Life is cheap, and yours is no exception. To about 6.5 billion people, you exist only as an object to be exploited. Get over yourself, get out of your suburbanized, cookie-cutter life, head downtown, park the car and walk around a bit. Enjoy your community. Stare at beautiful women, eat delicious food at small restaurants, go to concerts, listen to a crazy homeless street preacher for five minutes. Enjoy your life. These carefree days are few and fleeting. When TSHTF, will you look back wistfully at simple pleasures in your town, or will you remember days of popping pills to make you numb, sitting around watching television and playing on the internet? Christ, should this even be an issue at this website? We are the 1 percent of people who KNOW that these are the best days we'll ever see in our lives, and some among us are avoiding life? Come on!
That said, I'm done paying my bills, so I'm heading to downtown St. Petersburg, five minutes drive from my apartment, to pay $1 for parking, walk around while eating a chicken parm sandwich, stare at women, buy some records, maybe see a $15 concert by a band I've never heard of. Crazy street preacher is probably asleep in Williams Park right now, so no ranting about our eternal damnation. No drugs, no alcohol, no pharmaceutical goodies; just pure, uncut life. Mainline some while you still have the chance.






