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Neberte mi mojí depresi!

27. 4. 2011 — k47 (CC by) (♪)

Když někdo začne mluvit o tom, že má de­presi nebo do­konce „depku“, vždycky zbystřím. Něco málo o tom vím z vlastní zku­še­nosti a sku­tečná kli­nická de­prese není nic, co by kdo­koli chtěl zažít, nedej bože dob­ro­volně.

Nicméně mě za­u­jalo, jak Rop Gon­g­grijp v úvodu 27. CCC (Chaos Com­mu­ni­cation Con­gres) mluvil o de­presi a na­sra­nosti jako síle, která žene dějiny vpřed (pře­skočte na 8:30).

Allow me to delve a little bit into my own psy­cho­logy and that of our spe­cies.

I am pro­ba­bly bles­sed with a mild form of bi­po­la­rism. I don’t really get cli­ni­cally de­pres­sed. I don’t stay in bed for weeks, nor do I con­tem­plate su­i­cide. But I do have my ups and downs and around 2005 this came to­ge­ther with my mid-life crisis and I was mighty grumpy and pissed off. Sure there were per­so­nal fac­tors, but the si­tuation in the Ne­ther­lands and the world was part of the pro­blem. This did get to a point where more and more people were tel­ling me to see a doctor. They told me: „There are pills to make you happy again you know…“.

Now the role of de­pres­sion in the in­di­vi­dual is un­der­s­tood to be to force change that is pa­in­ful or ex­pensive in the short term but much needed in the long term. Rea­ding up on the truly insane num­bers of people on anti-de­pressants and other psy­cho­active phar­ma­ceu­ti­cals in our so­ci­ety, I cannot help but wonder whe­ther this „unhap­pi­ness forces change“ prin­ci­ples stops at the in­di­vi­dual. Could it be that we’re pre­scri­bing anti-de­pressants to so many people that we are now below the thre­shold of re­la­ti­vely smart, re­la­ti­vely re­sour­ce­ful but unhappy people needed to bring change?

My sense is that this is a huge story. The story of a ci­vi­li­zation de­stroy­ing its ca­pa­bi­lity to fix itself by making eve­ry­one ar­ti­fi­ci­ally happy. This may not be our field per se, but I feel this is at least as big a story as many of the issues that this com­mu­nity is wor­king on. I think in future we will see a scien­ti­fic field called „phar­ma­co­lo­gi­cal po­li­ti­cal science“. I have a fe­e­ling that people of the future cannot really un­der­stand our time wi­thout it.

One of the po­si­tive su­g­ges­ti­ons we did offer in „We lost the war“ was to focus on batt­les that could be won. If I had I lis­te­ned to all these other people around me, I would have been taking Prozac or Zoloft in 2005. My life would have been di­f­fe­rent and possi­bly much hap­pier, espe­ci­ally in the short term. But a lot of things that hap­pe­ned to me since then would pro­ba­bly not have hap­pe­ned, be­cause they in­volve me being angry and at­tempting to do so­me­thing about it.

Text pře­vzatý ze strá­nek Rop Gon­g­grijpa.


Při těch slo­vech jsem si mi­mo­děk vzpo­mněl na film Ne­twork, scénu Mad as hell:

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Eve­ry­body knows things are bad. It’s a de­pres­sion. Eve­ry­body’s out of work, or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shop­ke­e­pers keep a gun under the coun­ter. Punks are run­ning wild in the street, and nobody knows what to do. And there’s no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to bre­athe and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TVs while some local news­cas­ter tells us that today we had 14 ho­mi­ci­des and 63 vi­o­lent crimes, as if that’s the way it sup­po­sed to be.

We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They’re crazy.

It's like eve­ry­thing eve­ry­where is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the worid we're lining in is get­ting smaller. All we say is „Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toas­ter and my TV and my steel-belted ra­di­als, and I won’t say any­thing. Just leave us alone.“

Well, I’m not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don’t want you to pro­test, I don’t want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your con­gressman, be­cause I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the de­pres­sion and the in­flation and the Rus­si­nans and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad! You’ve gotta say „I’m a human being, go­d­da­m­mit! My life has value!“

So… I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell „I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!“

I want you to get up right now and stick your head out and yell „I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!“ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the de­pres­sion, in­flation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out and yell „I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this any more!“ But first you’ve gotta get mad! You’ve gotta say: „I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!“

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