Popping pills. Not the cool Rock and Roll ones that give you highs, the illusion of spiritual insight, spaced out morning afters, may kill you and may drain your wallet.
No, these just drain your wallet.
Maybe they even kill you in the long run, cause who knows what’s actually in these happy beans.
I swallow them in a mood of ‘look, I am trying, I am really trying to snap out of this fatalistic, give me the life of a Rolling Stone or gimme death, mindset.
And does it help?
Ah, the power of the placebo effect.