What the fuck did I just read.No, I know what I just read... I just read a HuffPost opinion piece from a guest writer, which a middle-aged woman on Facebook used to reinforce her beliefs that "happy pills don't help, you just need to face your fears".
The woman's been either a librarian or a teacher for most of her life, you'd expect her to have a little more critical thinking. Or education. Or something.
In other news, my disability application has been approved... From January 1st 2019, I'm officially an invalid. I just got my public transit discount card, worth a 50% discount in ticket prices when presented alongside valid photo ID.
...Which is great fun, because that card is only issued to senior citizens over the age of 67, or people on disability. It doesn't specify which on the card, but I'm very obviously not 67+. Huzzah.
But hey, fuck it... I'm a parasite mooching off of our hard-working taxpayers anyways. If I didn't want to wear a mark of shame in public, I should've gotten myself a career.
Heh. Blacking out can lead to anxiety too. I did it once, sobered up in the middle of a college class, panicked internally and left.
Anxiety is also a pretty common symptom of a hangover. You can happily be anxious and twitchy all day without even having a headache, all depending on how your body's handling the alcohol it consumed. It's called "fylleangst" in Norwegian, "bender angst".