How many people resist the chemical blunting of psych meds and just embrace the highs of life, dopamine and all?
I hate that the new norm is that it's okay to lose interest in the things that defined you.
I hate that they think it's okay to lose your sex drive, that hyperactivity is too much for our fine California, that your passions and obsessions perhaps need to be dulled, etc.
No more intense rewards. Purely extrinsic motivation and defaulting to how you were raised.
Nintendo Switch gathering dust in the corner. Musical instruments forgotten about. Forgetting verses of your favorite songs. You no longer laugh at your favorite show. You go to a concert you were looking forward to, and it's just noise to you.
They'll say maybe you're just outgrowing video games, maturing past that angry synth music, or changing since people have to change.
It's apparently more important that after work, you maintain a house, go to a gym or park (controlled, highly public environments for extremely organized movement), etc., then limit the time you spend on screens while practicing etiquette with a partner. Vanilla sex, maybe, if you're still up for that.
Then, on the weekends, it's hanging out with a group of people who define themselves by their gender, and are all the same gender as you. In fact, age, gender, and city might be the only thing you all have in common. Make quiet, polite, controlled conversation with them about people-oriented topics. Look them in the eye. Be mindful of your voice. Sit still. Don't obsess over anything weird.
Let the trivia fall through the cracks of your mind.
Don't skip. You're too old.
Don't walk fast.
Slow down when you talk.
Indoor voices please.
Your brother's doctor says heavy metal music is bad for your heart.
Google Gemini cites random Reddit posts about synthesizers causing hearing damage, even at low volume.
It's good you game less, derive less pleasure from it, and perhaps are worse at it.
Be calm.
Be happy.
Not excited.
Not comfortably blunt.
Happy.
Meh.
Let us keep your hypothalamus in a state of stasis.
Don't go outside for the firework show.
It's too hot and you probably wouldn't enjoy it.
If the drug somehow makes you more excitable, that's mania.
We'll give the same drug to you if you're autistic.
We want you to surrender your worries.
Let people misgender you.
Let the grammar nazis win.
Let Christianity dominate your life.
It's good your fetish is dead.
It's worrying when it comes back.
It's good you're off that machine and in the real world.
Computers are for jobs.
Don't build a 3D printer.
Don't bother trying to reverse engineer things.
No making crazy noises in the DAW.
Be calm.
Use that breathy voice.
Sit still.
It's the real you.
The you you miss is a disease.
You're interchangeable and your passions are fragile lies that keep you from being POLITE.
Mind your manners
Sit still
With your legs together
With less emotion
Less motion
Less intensity
Less tech
You had too much energy
Don't tap your fingers
It's rude
And you don't get to say it's not
So shush.
Take your pill. Lower your dopamine. If this one doesn't work to lower it, here's one that blocks its effects.
You will probably never find your dream partner who's into cool stuff and doesn't play by the rules. We'll take away your ability to want them too.