Monday, January 26, 2009

robotrippin’.

I have been pretty sick the last couple weeks, and with my sickness came a horrible, hacking cough. Now, I am susceptible to ear infections- since my body thinks I’m still three years old- so I’ve gotten a few of those in recent years.
But coughs are unusual for me.

So after a few sleepless nights sounding like an eighty-year-old, two pack a day smoker dying of lung cancer, I decided it was high time I got some medicine to tame this hacky beast. I broke my resolve to never touch Robitussin and bought a bottle.

Let’s just say I don’t like most medicine. I take as little as possible: Exedrin for occasional headaches, Sudafed for weird allergies. That’s it. Most medicine makes me feel worse than the sickness it’s supposed to remedy, so I avoid them.

I needed something badly though, so I took the Robitussin.

I waited… and it worked. Robitussin was definitely quieting my cough, but it was also doing something else. It was causing my pupils to dilate to an unheard of size. I looked like a character in the Soundgarden “Blackhole Sun” video. An anime cartoon. On drugs. I looked like I was on drugs.

I remembered back in high school when the “druggies” would walk around Hawthorn Mall “robotripping.” They looked like I did now. Then I began to wonder if they had just assumed they were tripping because their eyes were bugged out, like mine were right then. I mean, kids in high school always exaggerated everything to be cool, right? The concerts were always sooo cool, people were soooo messed up, and teachers were sooooo lame. But everything was mostly just in our own little exaggerated minds.

There was one chick in my grade who, at a sleepover birthday party, ate some leftover Christmas candies that had liquor in the centers. She had like three, then she told us all she was hammered drunk. She stumbled around, loudly proclaiming her intoxication and laughing like she was having the best time in the world. She had three. Three tiny chocolates with less than a teaspoon of “liquor” in the center. We didn’t know any better- we thought she was pretty badass.

I love that we were so easily swayed and intoxicated- even if it wasn’t real. And when I look back on that now, it seems like a lot more fun than really being truly drunk or intoxicated is when you’re old enough to do it.

…unless I’m just robotripping right now, which could totally be the case.

EDIT! lil’ wayne feels my pain. you know what i’m SAYIN’

Comments

Joel @ Tuesday, February 3, 2009:

Nice.