"Am I a pervert for loving the work of Bobby Garcia [AWOL Marines] and David Hurles [Old Reliable]? Well, yes, I guess. But a healthy one. I made friends with my neuroses through psychiatry. I believe in the talking cure and you should, too. Freud was right about a lot of stuff, but these days insurance companies won't even pay for therapy. No, they want you on pills: one visit to be diagnosed for anxiety and a second one to get you zonked. None of this expensive open-ended treatment with no cutoff date. Don't get me wrong: Prozac-type medicine saved the lives of a few of my friends who really were manic depressive. You know the type - staying in bed for days sobbing under the covers or beating up their pillows in an endless rage. For these people mood stabilizers are a godsend. I never bring up the sexual side effects - I keep thinking I'd rather be depressed with a hard-on than happily blank without one, but, hey, I'm all for choice. But for all the neurotics who may have felt a little blue one day and were unfairly diagnosed and overly medicated before they could even try to talk out their problems, I have some advice. It's appropriate to be depressed sometimes. Who wants to be 'even' day after day? If you just killed three people in a DWI accident, you should feel bad. If your whole family molested you in a giant basket on Easter morning, you have the right to be grumpy every once in a while. But feeling down can make you feel up if you're the creative type. The emotional damage may have already been done to you, but stop whining. Use your insanity to get ahead." - John Waters, Role Models
