A Depressed Person’s Brush with Death

                “Are you okay? For some reason, I woke up feeling like something bad had happened to you. I wanted to make sure you're safe.” I texted him.

                “I’m fine. I’m glad you were concerned,” he texted back.

                “Good. I love you. Take care of yourself.” I wrote back, a bit confused but relieved.

                “I love you too. Please be safe.”

                 The next day, the car he was in crashed in to a tree, and he almost died. And the thought of the world without him makes me cry.

                  He’s not supposed to be my boy anymore. I don’t call him or talk to him, and he lives far away, and sometimes, I don’t even think about him.

                  He’s crazy and too much and too broody, and he doesn’t understand people and their motivations, which is about all I seem to understand. He waves his arms around, and talks like an angry, old, Italian man, and he never knows if he wants his hair to be long or short. But he challenges me, keeps me passionately furious, fights with me, and for me. He would do anything for me.

He flies airplanes; and he writes long poetic prose; and he plays beautiful, well-rehearsed guitar; and speaks Spanish with a Chilean accent; and he has a piggy bank that says “New Car Fund” that almost breaks my heart to see; and he is electric like me. He bullshits more than I do. He understands parts of the world that I cannot comprehend. I’ll always want to know what happens next in his story.

                  I’m so very happy he’s okay. I don’t like the idea of a world without him in it. The world would impress me far less if I’d never known a boy like that could exist, that he could love me, and I could love him back - so beautiful and strange and intense and wonderfully weird.

                 Maybe my unexpected text, a day before, caused the accident, or maybe it’s what saved him. 

I have a disorder :(

I’ve wanted an Adderall script for years.

But I thought my obvious lack of having ADHD would affect my ability to obtain this precious, peculiar pill of productivity.

But then, there came along Adam Levine - sexy, cocky, Jane lover, Adam Levine. OMG so hawt!

He let me know that the pharmaceutical companies are paying him to promote adults having ADHD! What a happy coincidence! I’ve been seriously considering having ADHD for years! Adam Levine finally tipped the scale of my personal responsibility in favor of medicating myself in to a flurry of productivity. With Adam Levine on my side, there are likely hundreds of doctors paid, or at least strongly encouraged, to give me Adderall! Adderall must be easy to get!

I talked to my mom and told her the good news:

“Thanks to Adam Levine, I can definitely get Adderall, and then nothing, but my heart exploding or going insane, would be able to stop me!”

“Leah, are you sure it’s not dangerous?”

“Well, it’s not “good for me” per say... It is a highly addictive amphetamine salt that is easily abused… but Ayn Rand took a similar amphetamine salt for thirty years and she wrote Atlas Shrugged then died a bitter old lady! So how bad could it really be for me?”

“Didn’t Ayn Rand go on some really long-winded, speedy rants in Atlas Shrugged?”

“Probably just a little touch of amphetamine psychosis. A small price to pay for changing the world.”

“Do you really think you need it though?”

“Yeah. I’m a writer. Which is probably one of the least natural things for a human being to ever want to do. Adderall makes it so I don’t go all Sylvia Plath sitting alone all of the time. It makes writing about the most fun activity I could ever engage in.”

“You really have trouble focusing?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. It may seem like laziness and no sense of personal responsibility, but I’m pretty sure it’s actually a medical condition.”

“You were always so good at focusing. Remember the snowflakes you used to like to make? You’d spend hours just cutting new snowflakes out of paper.”

“Yeah, until I Iost complete interest. I’m always obsessed until, suddenly, I couldn’t care less. Have I told you about the new guy I'm seeing?”

“You were always much better than your sister, Sheanna, at focusing.” (Suck it, Sheanna!)

“Elaborate on how I'm way, way better than Sheanna at everything I’ve ever tried, please.”

“Well, that’s definitely true. That’s why I always snuck in to your room at night and whispered that I love you more than her. But one example, of the thousands I have right on the tip of my tongue, is tying your shoes. You just kept at it ‘til you got it, and Sheanna gave up.”

“Yeah, Sheanna still just wears those velcro shoes everywhere. You’re totally right that I’m the clear, obvious favorite. Don’t worry, Mom, once I have the Adderall, I’ll spend all of my time writing and cleaning, and with all of the time I’ll save by not eating or sleeping, I’m sure to be a success!”

With my mom’s obvious approval of Adam Levine, I went to www.ownyouradhd.com and took the quiz and, just as I suspected:  I may or may not have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder! Yes! I'm being encouraged to see a doctor! 

Now, if I could only focus long enough to find a doctor listed and make an appointment. Next week, it is! 

Useless Super Powers

            The best answers:

            A: “I’d be able to fly, but I’d always crash land.”

            A: “I’d be able to piss gasoline.”

            A: “I’d be able to make paper money in to change.”

            A: “I’d be able to make change in to paper money. Obviously, we’d be mortal enemies.”

            A: “The opposite of being a chameleon - I’d be able to make myself stand out really badly whenever I'm in danger.”  

            A: “I could summon a mariachi band whenever I want, but they’ll only play when they feel like it.”

            A: I’d be able to transport to Duluth, Minnesota.

            A: “I’d be able to control the weather, but only what is occurring directly over my head.”

            A: “I could shoot confetti from my hands, but never in front of more than three people.”

            A: “My body can act as a wifi hotspot, but only for desktop computers.”