The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf
eyeteeth

Psychopharmalology



Does anyone else know the feeling I'm talking about? It's not anxiety. It's actually similar to the feeling I imagine you might get if you were in a comic strip and were aware of it: wherever you go, this box goes with you. This time, fortunately, I only had it for one day (so far). I remember it from when I started taking Paxil, which was also in summer, so that I associate this feeling with relentless, pounding sunlight. I also associate it with the enormous carnival goldfish belonging to the people for whom I was housesitting at the time. This was apparently the only goldfish in the history of carnival goldfish to survive more than a few days, and was in fact years and years old by the time I showed up. I don't know if it's true that goldfish never stop growing, but this one was about a foot long. It also lived in an absolutely bare tank on the counter in the inhumanly immaculate stainless-steel kitchen, which juxtaposition cast a pall of anxiety over the room and in my brain not only because it was impossible not to imagine that the fish was about to be eaten but also in a larger sense because my God, what kind of weirdos keep their goldfish in the kitchen, is this like the upper-middle-class equivalent of the beginning of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre when we see that they have a chicken in a cage in the living room and that's the first unsettling thing because normal people absolutely would not do that?
Tags: dr. waterford, fish, medication, stix
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