Summer of sophomore year I lived with a weighlifter/martial artist, a weightlifter/GNC employee, a weightlifter/cocaine addict and mike ranella. So me and mike would be kicking it on the couch watching the weather channel when any one of these slashies would come in all sweaty and talk to the otherone we would listen to the following conversation:
What a work out!
Really?
Yeah, I just did a burn out set of leg lifts after squating 400 for 3 sets of ten, AND I ran home after.
Running to the gym and back always works for me, especially since my gym is 5.4 miles away.
Any ways, I'm about to eat four chicken breasts and a carton of eggs, OH! and a protein shake with creatine supplement you guys want any?
(Then, If the coke addict was around)
I usually snort my creatine powder, hits the blood faster. You guys want to hit this joint? I got beers in the fridge, and I might be going over to my boys house later to really party if you know what I'm saying...I'm totally not an addict though.
It wound up being a cool summer. Wel,l I just got done having a similar conversation with one of my co-workers. Except he just got out of the hospital for mental illness. So we had the following conversation:
Co-Worker: They got me taking Klonopin and then a little Zoloft with some Ritalin for my learning disabilities.
Yeah I got prescribed klonopin once but I never took it, and I never took any medicine for learning disabilities even though I have been prescribed it multiple times.
Yeah I've been prescribed some anti-psychotics before because of my anxiety/OCD/Clinical Depression
Yeah I am bipolar and I was a guinea pig on some new anti-psychotic medication during my hospital stay a few years back
Whoa that's pretty serious
Yeah
Then the other Co-worker stops from her recent need to straighten the pile of whatever to say:
Isn't Bipolar the same thing as Manic-Depression
...
And we all share brief stories associated with mental illness and then we somehow find a way to get back to meaningless discussion of bad behavior and grading policies and then I lose interest. I like talking about mental illness, and I try to get it out of people, like my co-worker, who have the signs, like disappearing for a week because of a nameless disease. It makes me feel better and hopefully better for the other guy as well...although not probably as good as that cokehead meat head felt.
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