I started reading the two bestsellers by Johann Hari (Chasing the Scream and Lost Connections, about the war on drugs and about the modern epidemic of depression, respectively) after hearing him on Sam Harris’s Waking Up podcast. They’re powerful and well-written books, though reading them can be quite upsetting, as they both deal with issues that have profoundly affected my life.
As may be obvious to anyone who’s read this blog much, I’ve had a lifelong struggle with depression, which is often quite severe. I say lifelong; it really began in my early teens, and I think in my case it may be more endogenous than reactive. Thus, I might be a slight outlier in Hari’s thesis on the illness (but I haven’t finished the books yet, so I may be wrong in this). Nevertheless, Hari’s point about missing connections and support is one that resonates with me. Continue reading “Screams and disconnections”
Use your fucking turn signals, people.
I shouldn’t have to say anything more. Actually, I really shouldn’t even have to say that, but apparently, I do, because there are astonishing numbers of people who rarely or never seem to use their fucking turn signals.
This is a pet peeve of mine (obviously), but I think it’s a legitimate one. Turn signals are one of the simplest of all the buttons, lights, switches, levers, and knobs in your car, but the way many people approach their use, you’d think that activating them required a degree in rocket science. It’s harder to steer than it is to use your turn signal. It’s harder to use the gas, it’s harder to use the brake, it’s harder start the effing car. It’s way harder to turn on the radio and/or change stations, or (god forbid) to text and drive. There’s absolutely no excuse for not signaling. Continue reading “Use your f*cking turn signals”
First Published October 3, 2015.
Imagine the following scenario:
You are being held hostage by a group of armed men and women. You know they are a very large and well-financed group, and that escape is nearly impossible. Representatives of this organization–a few of whom even claim to be working to protect you–give you the following choice: You may agree to be their prisoner for a specific amount of time, perhaps a few months, perhaps a few years. You will also be giving up most or all of your material possessions, agreeing to proclaim publicly that you have done some terrible deed to earn this captivity–thus destroying your good reputation, if you have one–and even relinquishing some of your human rights. The alternative is to agree to play a twisted, sadistic, and highly rigged game, one which you have very little chance of winning; even your own so-called allies assure you of this fact. They tell you bluntly that the game is stacked horrifically against you, and that your ruin will be sought assiduously by your opponents, using all of their considerable resources. If you lose, they will keep you prisoner for a far longer period of time than you had been offered–perhaps even for the rest of your natural life, and your imprisonment will entail risks to your health and the risk of death–and you will lose all that you would have agreed to give up anyway. The choice is yours. Continue reading “The plea bargain system is a sadistic game of extortion”