PHP Punk: Spring 2008

I guess I can be a bit of an oddball. And I am fairly certain that, thus far, is the understatement of the year.

What is odd about me in this blog that recaps my time in OSF Saint Francis's Partial Hospitalization Program for depression, an out patient psych ward in other words, is that I am mocking it. I will recommend therapy to anyone who needs to be heard out about what is ruining their existence that most people seemingly cannot relate to. Maybe not OSF. (There must be a reason the PSYCH ward is at Unity Point Methodist), but if you commit to the research I am sure you can find somebody to help. Everyone has better luck than me.

As for me, I am not itching to return to the chair. Perhaps rehashing some of my time in PHP will help show me why I am truly the way that I am. Who needs therapy when you can talk to the most likable person you know? My luck is shit, but if I did not like myself, I would not be around to type this.

Current mood: chipper

In PHP, they had us write journal entries about pictures.

As peaceful images lead to heartache, Disney World was discovered to be unimportant in child development, I took a Kincade/Rockwell esque painting as a chance to stick it to the man.

Serenity sometimes seems stereotyped.

Bright sunshine, the home, the lack of businesses to interfere with the shiny happy people. These people with their 1.5 kids and flee-ridden pet(s). Throw a steeple into the scene, and dare we say that we have obtained perfection.

This is serenity. No trouble thus no emotions to screw things up.

Join the flock. Be the mutton of corporate greed. Slaughtered for the American way. No wonder the serene states are the red states.

A world...sorry to include other countries with that word, a culture that preaches freedom of expression at the price of conformity.

To not follow in this notion, you are messed up. This is a plan. A method to give direction. A goal. A fine goal as long as you accept this as the only way to be serene.

We live in an expletive deleted'd world. You can't tell me money leads to happiness. Money will quiet any negative thoughts. Addicts are forced to live this way. Being out for a buck will result in a dependency. Substance or decadence.

Think beyond your essential needs our culture preaches. The time taken to mow is worth the yard.

Why mow when you can read, watch a film, or listen to the obscene to further your antisocial, anti American ways.

To landscape or to learn? In the end, both thought patterns lead to commonality. We should never settle. We should try to become better than we are.

But does Scott's Turfbuilder betters oneself?