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!"
You're crazy, you just don't understand!