I just saw a terrifying commercial for Miraplex™. It eases "restless legs syndrome", but apparently it causes "gambling, sexual and other intense urges." What the fuck? What is wrong with us? What the hell are "intense urges"? Is this Ecstasy that makes you want to gamble? Or do these intense urges get violent? Why do we need drugs to cure us of NOT WALKING ENOUGH?
Walking is what we are made to do. Walk to get fruit. Walk to find ripening seeds. Walk for god knows how long to get some deer.
Luckily, I work at a low-paying job that lets me come home exhausted. I like going backpacking, because getting dizzy in the midday heat is a common and even somewhat enjoyable experience for me.
I hate driving. It makes me nervous and antsy. But I have no choice, because I am a landscaper and need to take lots of tools to the worksite.
I understand that we can’t go back to a hunter-gatherer way of living with the world’s population the size that it is. I do not and cannot hate people for being people.
But I hate lawns. I hate looking at a piece of ground that could be covered with fruit trees or wine grapes or part of the oak or redwood forest that it originally was, or even with evil invasive tasty blackberries and their weak, chemical-dependent but lovely cousins the roses, and see a flat mat of green.
I hate that most of the things in this list wiped out the native insects around, so there’s no more newts or cougars or the sound of frogs to fall asleep to. And no, I don’t remember that from my childhood. I remember that from Central America, where inescapable facts about my own presence were, and are, contributing to the extinction of frogs there too.
Maybe I am a hater.
All you want to do is rest? I wish I could say, "Go for a fucking walk. A long and fast one." But my girlfriend works at an office and commutes 70 miles a day, so I can’t.All I can say is that something is deeply, deeply wrong with our society if Miraplex™ is marketable and profitable.
UPDATE: I did not mean to belittle anyone for having a medical condition. I'm sorry if it appeared that way.