The perils of thought...

It sounds like a pretentious title for any post, but in this case it actually has meaning. It has relevance.

Over the years, I've developed a healthy addiction to prescription drugs. Yes yes, I know most of you are probably aware of this, but I am going to attempt to explain why I crave valium and temazepam at the end of an evening:

I can't cope with thinking.

It hurts.

Par example; I was recently watching an episode of Sex and the City, with the un-lovely Sarah Jessica Parker sporting a curly bob. I thought about how her curls aren't dissimilar to mine, and therefore could I sport such a haircut too? I texted my Singapore friend, she told me that I shouldn't. I texted my Sydney friend, she told me that I should. Once again I was doomed to make the decision on my own. However, instead of sitting back and letting the thought drift off into the deep darkness of my mind, I brought it forward; I sat and thought, and thought some more. An hour had passed, and due to my 'hair issue' I'd missed the rest of Sex and the City, and half of Grand Designs.

Imagine, if you will, the perils of thoughts that actually have a bearing on my immediate life! The potential dangers of an early evening internal question such as "Should I stay working for my current company or move elsewhere?" or even a "Should I go to the gym tomorrow, or wash my hair instead?". Such a thought would keep me awake until at least 2am.

In conclusion, I'd like to offer the following question: Are prescription drugs a dangerously addictive substance, or are they merely a side-rail keeping a person on the pathway of sanity?

I'd go for the latter, and offer myself, and my remaining sanity, as evidence.