Anyone else take Ritalin or Adderol?

[destrekor]

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: swbsam

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: jagec

Originally posted by: destrekor

My ADD is very effective in parts of my life. I really only have it to a degree, it's not insane or anything.
But, to whatever degree it is, it has made me an excellent driver.

Your Attention Deficit disorder has made you an excellent driver?

Yes we have attention deficits, but they are not blanket or global. Our attention deficits manifest during boring repetitive meaningless drudgery. Things that are thrilling grab our attention 100%.

I'll make a deal with you - give me a job in a creative field that I enjoy without compromise. Pay me enough to live a comfortable life that I'd never aspire to grow beyond. Take away my "boring, repetitive, meaningless" job and give me something that truly inspires me - do all of that and I'll stop taking Ritalin and give you experiment a try.

Right now, I have to work where I work and I have to wake up when I do to get to a job that I actually do like, but fear losing because I sometimes spend 3 hours staring into space just because my mom probably fell down too many stairs while pregnant with me.

Until then, you're just a hippy who's only point of reference is his/her own little life. Empathy- get some, mother fucker

Oh I feel sad for you. You choose to blame everything wrong with YOUR life on something else, and then, in a world of infinite possibility, have the audacity to say you are somehow confined.

If I gave you all that, you wouldn't be happy with it. That is your nature. You already do not like what you are given, so you pop pills to make it all better.

It's fine if you want to be angry with me for telling you the truth. Shoot the messenger. Maybe it will wake you the fuck up!

I'm just gonna get to the point...

What the fuck are you? Some hippie living in a commune somewhere? You're completely irrational and extremely illogical. You make no sense whatsoever.

As a realist I fully understand how wrong of a direction humanity has taken in general, and have some very controversial views. However, as a said realist, I accept these things cannot change any time soon, short of an cataclysmic event that wipes 3/4 of humanity off the face of the planet.
Unless one actively seeks to be a filthy hippie living in a commune somewhere, attempting to be such a rebel and live so far removed from society that you are effectively your own counter-culture, you basically have to shape up or get left behind. That is the way of modern life. We cannot help but accept it, do our deeds, and hope in our lifetimes we make the necessary progress to provide our children with a better life than we had, one with far fewer stressors around every corner and in every email.

 

[Fox5]

I get by with copious amounts of caffeine instead. I need one or the other though, going clean just doesn't work for me.

 

[SphinxnihpS]

Originally posted by: destrekor

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: swbsam

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: jagec

Originally posted by: destrekor

My ADD is very effective in parts of my life. I really only have it to a degree, it's not insane or anything.
But, to whatever degree it is, it has made me an excellent driver.

Your Attention Deficit disorder has made you an excellent driver?

Yes we have attention deficits, but they are not blanket or global. Our attention deficits manifest during boring repetitive meaningless drudgery. Things that are thrilling grab our attention 100%.

I'll make a deal with you - give me a job in a creative field that I enjoy without compromise. Pay me enough to live a comfortable life that I'd never aspire to grow beyond. Take away my "boring, repetitive, meaningless" job and give me something that truly inspires me - do all of that and I'll stop taking Ritalin and give you experiment a try.

Right now, I have to work where I work and I have to wake up when I do to get to a job that I actually do like, but fear losing because I sometimes spend 3 hours staring into space just because my mom probably fell down too many stairs while pregnant with me.

Until then, you're just a hippy who's only point of reference is his/her own little life. Empathy- get some, mother fucker

Oh I feel sad for you. You choose to blame everything wrong with YOUR life on something else, and then, in a world of infinite possibility, have the audacity to say you are somehow confined.

If I gave you all that, you wouldn't be happy with it. That is your nature. You already do not like what you are given, so you pop pills to make it all better.

It's fine if you want to be angry with me for telling you the truth. Shoot the messenger. Maybe it will wake you the fuck up!

I'm just gonna get to the point...

What the fuck are you? Some hippie living in a commune somewhere? You're completely irrational and extremely illogical. You make no sense whatsoever.

As a realist I fully understand how wrong of a direction humanity has taken in general, and have some very controversial views. However, as a said realist, I accept these things cannot change any time soon, short of an cataclysmic event that wipes 3/4 of humanity off the face of the planet.
Unless one actively seeks to be a filthy hippie living in a commune somewhere, attempting to be such a rebel and live so far removed from society that you are effectively your own counter-culture, you basically have to shape up or get left behind. That is the way of modern life. We cannot help but accept it, do our deeds, and hope in our lifetimes we make the necessary progress to provide our children with a better life than we had, one with far fewer stressors around every corner and in every email.

Just keep blaming everyone but yourself. That's going to make it all better, right? I mean that what works for you now, right?

WTF man! Wake the fuck up. I never told you to go join a hippie commune. I mean maybe that's what you think you need, but what you need is to clarify your relationship with the world. You need to come to grips with what you can and can't control, and then you need to decide what you want from life and go take it.

Not my fault you have a 9-5 you hate, a wife that ties you down, and whatever other luggage you choose to crush yourself with. In-laws making demands, parents and family... pressure! Not my fucking bag, mate.

It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.

Do unto others what has been done to you

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Released in this sodomy.
For one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now what has been done to me.

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come just a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
There's release in this sodomy.
For I am your witness that
blood and flesh can be trusted.
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
shit blood and cum on my hands.

I've come round full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
You look so precious.

My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.

I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
but I survive on it,

and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.

Shit adds up at the bottom.

You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild

what's broken.
Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.

I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
at the bottom.


Gone under two times.
I've been struck dumb by a voice that

speaks from deep
beneath the cold black water.
It's twice as clear as heaven,
and twice as loud as reason.
It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed
and just as undisturbing.

the currents mouth below me opens up around me.
suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.

But I'm so comfortable...Too comfortable.

shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up shut up shut up shut up
you're saturating me
So how could I let this bring me
back to my knees again again again

under for the third time.
I've been baptized by your voice.
it screams from deep beneath the endless water.
and it's half as high as heaven
and half as clear as reason.
it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed.

But I'm so comfortable.
Far too comfortable.
Why don't you kill me,
I'm weak and numb and insignificant,
and I'm back on my knees.
lost in euphoria.

I'm back down. I'm in the undertow.
I'm helpless and awake in the undertow.
I'll die within your undertow.
It seems there's no other way out of this undertow.

Euphoria.


Here comes the water.

All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images

that no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
some order and sanity,
or something to comfort me.

So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,

suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come
and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind,
and climb to a new place now.

This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

Thought I was high, and free.
I thought I was there
divine destiny.

I was wrong.
This changes everything.

The water is rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.

The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me
in the water.

 

[Miramonti]

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS
You do not have a need for medication. You have a need to change your life. Go ahead and drug yourself into peaceful tranquility. You are killing yourself imo.

F'n A, Never thought I'd see tom cruise here! Btw I wasn't a fan of your latest movie Valkyrie.


Anyhow I'm familiar with ritalin for ADD, which has always been a big problem. My personality is more colorful while taking it since I'm more alert and thoughtful because a bit more intensity and focus is what I've always needed. My job also takes an incredible amount of non-stop focus and I can't do it without it.

 

[destrekor]

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: destrekor

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: swbsam

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: jagec

Originally posted by: destrekor

My ADD is very effective in parts of my life. I really only have it to a degree, it's not insane or anything.
But, to whatever degree it is, it has made me an excellent driver.

Your Attention Deficit disorder has made you an excellent driver?

Yes we have attention deficits, but they are not blanket or global. Our attention deficits manifest during boring repetitive meaningless drudgery. Things that are thrilling grab our attention 100%.

I'll make a deal with you - give me a job in a creative field that I enjoy without compromise. Pay me enough to live a comfortable life that I'd never aspire to grow beyond. Take away my "boring, repetitive, meaningless" job and give me something that truly inspires me - do all of that and I'll stop taking Ritalin and give you experiment a try.

Right now, I have to work where I work and I have to wake up when I do to get to a job that I actually do like, but fear losing because I sometimes spend 3 hours staring into space just because my mom probably fell down too many stairs while pregnant with me.

Until then, you're just a hippy who's only point of reference is his/her own little life. Empathy- get some, mother fucker

Oh I feel sad for you. You choose to blame everything wrong with YOUR life on something else, and then, in a world of infinite possibility, have the audacity to say you are somehow confined.

If I gave you all that, you wouldn't be happy with it. That is your nature. You already do not like what you are given, so you pop pills to make it all better.

It's fine if you want to be angry with me for telling you the truth. Shoot the messenger. Maybe it will wake you the fuck up!

I'm just gonna get to the point...

What the fuck are you? Some hippie living in a commune somewhere? You're completely irrational and extremely illogical. You make no sense whatsoever.

As a realist I fully understand how wrong of a direction humanity has taken in general, and have some very controversial views. However, as a said realist, I accept these things cannot change any time soon, short of an cataclysmic event that wipes 3/4 of humanity off the face of the planet.
Unless one actively seeks to be a filthy hippie living in a commune somewhere, attempting to be such a rebel and live so far removed from society that you are effectively your own counter-culture, you basically have to shape up or get left behind. That is the way of modern life. We cannot help but accept it, do our deeds, and hope in our lifetimes we make the necessary progress to provide our children with a better life than we had, one with far fewer stressors around every corner and in every email.

Just keep blaming everyone but yourself. That's going to make it all better, right? I mean that what works for you now, right?

WTF man! Wake the fuck up. I never told you to go join a hippie commune. I mean maybe that's what you think you need, but what you need is to clarify your relationship with the world. You need to come to grips with what you can and can't control, and then you need to decide what you want from life and go take it.

Not my fault you have a 9-5 you hate, a wife that ties you down, and whatever other luggage you choose to crush yourself with. In-laws making demands, parents and family... pressure! Not my fucking bag, mate.

snip

Well technically I really have none of those things.

But about time you actually typed something somewhat coherent as advice and just random bullshit strung together that was utterly devoid of any substance.

My relationship with the world is fully clarified. I won't have a true 9-5 job, but currently stuck doing something I cannot convince myself to fully enjoy in some way - college. Sure the life is great, but I hate the school aspect. But I have no choice but to accept I have to finish this, or else the Army will be hunting me like mad dogs.

My clarity in life will be the Army, at least I expect it to be. And if I see battle, clarity will be in knowing I will do whatever it takes to make sure my men get back home. If I end up having a wife and any kids by then, that might complicate my willingness to do everything possible, but in the adrenaline I will likely push any of that aside.
My purpose in life is to make a male child - carry on the family name and bloodline. The clarity I have established is a secondary purpose - serve the country that has given me so much, by attacking its enemies and protecting the men around me who have the same task.

I just cannot reach that yet, I have to wait.

But I blame no one but myself for my own faults. I'm like a psychiatrist/psychologist - I can help others and provide them guidance in how to go about improving themselves. But as for me, I can only look deep and see where my faults lie - I cannot seem to do anything to change them.

My inability to change my ADD in the current environment is proving to be a bitch of a struggle. I want to, just don't know how. I like being self-sufficient and hate reaching out for help. School is the only area in life that I've had troubles. In courses I enjoy, I get good grades. Sadly, there are 10 more classes of classes I dread to every 1 I enjoy, if that.

 

[swbsam]

Originally posted by: destrekor

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: destrekor

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: swbsam

Originally posted by: SphinxnihpS

Originally posted by: jagec

Originally posted by: destrekor

My ADD is very effective in parts of my life. I really only have it to a degree, it's not insane or anything.
But, to whatever degree it is, it has made me an excellent driver.

Your Attention Deficit disorder has made you an excellent driver?

Yes we have attention deficits, but they are not blanket or global. Our attention deficits manifest during boring repetitive meaningless drudgery. Things that are thrilling grab our attention 100%.

I'll make a deal with you - give me a job in a creative field that I enjoy without compromise. Pay me enough to live a comfortable life that I'd never aspire to grow beyond. Take away my "boring, repetitive, meaningless" job and give me something that truly inspires me - do all of that and I'll stop taking Ritalin and give you experiment a try.

Right now, I have to work where I work and I have to wake up when I do to get to a job that I actually do like, but fear losing because I sometimes spend 3 hours staring into space just because my mom probably fell down too many stairs while pregnant with me.

Until then, you're just a hippy who's only point of reference is his/her own little life. Empathy- get some, mother fucker

Oh I feel sad for you. You choose to blame everything wrong with YOUR life on something else, and then, in a world of infinite possibility, have the audacity to say you are somehow confined.

If I gave you all that, you wouldn't be happy with it. That is your nature. You already do not like what you are given, so you pop pills to make it all better.

It's fine if you want to be angry with me for telling you the truth. Shoot the messenger. Maybe it will wake you the fuck up!

I'm just gonna get to the point...

What the fuck are you? Some hippie living in a commune somewhere? You're completely irrational and extremely illogical. You make no sense whatsoever.

As a realist I fully understand how wrong of a direction humanity has taken in general, and have some very controversial views. However, as a said realist, I accept these things cannot change any time soon, short of an cataclysmic event that wipes 3/4 of humanity off the face of the planet.
Unless one actively seeks to be a filthy hippie living in a commune somewhere, attempting to be such a rebel and live so far removed from society that you are effectively your own counter-culture, you basically have to shape up or get left behind. That is the way of modern life. We cannot help but accept it, do our deeds, and hope in our lifetimes we make the necessary progress to provide our children with a better life than we had, one with far fewer stressors around every corner and in every email.

Just keep blaming everyone but yourself. That's going to make it all better, right? I mean that what works for you now, right?

WTF man! Wake the fuck up. I never told you to go join a hippie commune. I mean maybe that's what you think you need, but what you need is to clarify your relationship with the world. You need to come to grips with what you can and can't control, and then you need to decide what you want from life and go take it.

Not my fault you have a 9-5 you hate, a wife that ties you down, and whatever other luggage you choose to crush yourself with. In-laws making demands, parents and family... pressure! Not my fucking bag, mate.

snip

Well technically I really have none of those things.

But about time you actually typed something somewhat coherent as advice and just random bullshit strung together that was utterly devoid of any substance.

My relationship with the world is fully clarified. I won't have a true 9-5 job, but currently stuck doing something I cannot convince myself to fully enjoy in some way - college. Sure the life is great, but I hate the school aspect. But I have no choice but to accept I have to finish this, or else the Army will be hunting me like mad dogs.

My clarity in life will be the Army, at least I expect it to be. And if I see battle, clarity will be in knowing I will do whatever it takes to make sure my men get back home. If I end up having a wife and any kids by then, that might complicate my willingness to do everything possible, but in the adrenaline I will likely push any of that aside.
My purpose in life is to make a male child - carry on the family name and bloodline. The clarity I have established is a secondary purpose - serve the country that has given me so much, by attacking its enemies and protecting the men around me who have the same task.

I just cannot reach that yet, I have to wait.

But I blame no one but myself for my own faults. I'm like a psychiatrist/psychologist - I can help others and provide them guidance in how to go about improving themselves. But as for me, I can only look deep and see where my faults lie - I cannot seem to do anything to change them.

My inability to change my ADD in the current environment is proving to be a bitch of a struggle. I want to, just don't know how. I like being self-sufficient and hate reaching out for help. School is the only area in life that I've had troubles. In courses I enjoy, I get good grades. Sadly, there are 10 more classes of classes I dread to every 1 I enjoy, if that.

I'm not replying to continue a flame war with sphinxnihps, but am replying because I don't want to keep destrekor hanging, especially since he plans to fight for the freedom dope taking liberals like myself take for granted. Thank you for making the sacrifice I'm too much of a wuss to make myself, and good luck with dealing with your ADHD.

Also, stop being so hard on yourself. I've been like this all of my 28 years, but have only really understood myself for a handful of them. On the one hand, my "disabilities" made quite a few years of my life a living hell, full of substance abuse, irrational behavior and episodes that have embarrassed and hurt my family. I was alone, useless, and felt like killing myself.

Now, through the continued support of the people I love, I'm doing pretty ok. I demolished my credit through my irrational, immature behavior, but spent 3 years repairing it, and am now getting a house (fingers crossed!). I have a beautiful, well educated, brilliant wife while I used to hang out with floozies and other addicts. I have a job that I actually don't hate... Here's what's ironic - those shitty years made me who I am. I would not be where I am if I didn't have it rough. Now, I'm not blaming anyone but my self on that roughness - I made awful mistakes on my own, perhaps influenced by my brain that sometimes doesn't get right from wrong.

If you're like me, and your inability to concentrate and make otherwise obvious life choices (should I spent all my money on a night of drinking vs. pay rent? drinks are on me!), get into trouble for your impulses, and have made a conscious effort to better yourself, but need a little help - go see a doctor! Stratera is a non-stimulant and, honestly, I can't believe that the military would want you to suffer, instead of being the great soldier you're completely capable of being. Talk to someone in the know in the military as well, there must be an option for you.

I'm not saying "go! pop a bill!" Just speak to professionals and get some help. We're like mutants, I suppose. If we channel our mental power we can do amazing, super human things. If we just ignore the issues that we have then we'll be that cliched, dark hero - consumed by his flaws, the curse that comes with the power.