Madness Incorporated

Nobody’s Opinion: After reading Akira Ohiso’s article today on Mens News Daily-- “Is Tom Cruise Just Too Weird For Woman?” I decided to put in my nobody’s opinion about the subject of Tom Cruise, which of course…lead to other opinions. So I dug out something I had written on the subject. Tom Cruise himself is a mission impossible.

August, 2005; Let’s talk about madness, complete mental Armageddon…or what the pros call loony, schizoid, manic, or just plain nuts.

Recently, there was a lot of huff from many in the mainstream media about the sheer audacity of Tom Cruise, who was going on talk shows and boldly pontificating about the crash impotency of the science of psychology or its ability to actually cure any mental malady…let alone depression. He was giving advice to poor Brook Shields who had evidently recently gone through a very bad case of what professionals now call post- partum depression; better known as, “Do I really have to get out of bed and change diapers again?”

He even challenged that poster boy of vast intellectual knowledge, Matt Lauer to back up his rebuttals on the subject. Why Matt did not point out the vast array of psychological jujitsu performed everyday at the clinics of scientology, the organization that Tom swears allegiance to, is beyond all reasoning. It looked like Matt was surprised that a famous celebrity actually had something besides Bush to attack.

So shocked were they (the media) that they put out on all channels that hey---Tom was a NUT! Why, he was standing on couches to declare his new love! In love and happy: not possible! How dare he! He was just doing all this grandstanding to get attention for his newly released movie Revenge of the Nerds…no that’s not right, sorry…Speilburg’s War of the Worlds. If you have actually seen the movie, you might think Tom’s madness was a well thought out plan to get people talking about his life and thoughts instead of the movie. Many thought the movie was just a blatant attempt by Dreamworks to make some badly needed money, due to recent Speilburg bad showings at the box office. On the other hand, the good news is that illegal immigrants will not be taking over the special effects jobs anytime soon.

Tom’s big line for promotion was, “They are already here.” I just assumed he was talking about the liberal Democratic Party, didn’t you?

But looking at depression seriously, to the person suffering from it, it certainly is like experiencing the War of the Worlds. Depression is just as scary as an alien laser, when you’re in the mists of it. In fact, an alien laser would be a godsend to one suffering at the moment, anything to relieve the pain.

Brook Shields came back kicking Mr. Mission with a rebuttal of her own. Tom, she insisted certainly didn’t understand post-partum depression (obviously), and how she could not have gotten along without some medication. Take that Tom.

Just then…Bob Dylan came out on stage and started singing:
“Your right from your side, and I’m right from mine, we’re both just one too many mornings and thousand miles behind.” No...Just kidding. Well, he could have done that to help ease the situation, but who knows what Bob does these days.

Anyone who has ever suffered from this horrible condition knows that when you are in that office face to face with a person who you are praying will help relieve the pain that you can’t control, before you decide to do it yourself---knows the power and the hope that the field of psychiatry holds.

I had a very bad episode of depression long ago, when I was nineteen. The first doctor that I went to see determined in 7 minutes flat that I needed a lobotomy---quickly. In fact, before lunch. Did she look like Hannibal Lector to me? You bet. Even though I was sure removal of my frontal lobes might cure depression, I also knew it would pretty much nix any hopes that I would be able to balance a check book or drive a car.

The thought of brain removal was enough to scare me to another opinion.

The next doctor kept falling asleep. I was actually paying $150.00 an hour to watch someone fall asleep. Not only was I depressed, I was stupid. Maybe this was a tactic used to cure depression…get you so mad at being ripped off that all your suicidal thoughts turn to homicidal visions, thereby insuring the doctor big fees in long term care while visiting you in the local prison. (That is, if he wakes up alive.)

The third doctor scolded me for not being able to figure out my own problems. Why he had done just that when he was only five! He figured out that both his parents were fools, couldn’t I see that mine were? What kind of idiot was I?

Gee thanks, I feel a whole lot better.

Although psychiatrists and the field itself has some redeeming qualities and does much to help many people with answers to some very basic questions, when it comes to helping depression, these people still haven’t a clue.

Then there are the pills, Zoloft and Prozac can have terrible side effects. It’s like they say... Here, feeling suicidal? Go take this trip into the eye of a hurricane, on a small boat, and face waves of 150 feet and don’t eat. And unlike a storm, which passes in two days, you are camping out next to the toilet for 2 weeks. You don’t have TIME to kill yourself, because you are too busy vomiting. Great cure if you don’t mind spending your life watching reruns of 24 in the John.

Pills are simply a band-aid, but they don’t dare tell you that. Because guess what--even if you put brown eye contacts on and your eyes look blue…they are still brown.

Most psychiatrists just can’t comprehend the depth of the illness. Unless they have been there, they just don’t get it. Poor Brook, a charmed life, up until those hormones kicked in after the baby.

Imagine trying to tell a man what its like to go through labor, or a woman what its like to hit a home run in a major league park…you have to be there. It’s much the same with depression…which is why if a person can take pills to help, then they should by all means do it. Just don’t expect to finish that novel anytime soon. It’s a rough choice.

I believe Brook when she says the pills helped her, because what those pills do, actually, is make you stop thinking….period. You can float through the day without a discouraging thought, but you also will stop having any original thoughts whatsoever. You end up coasting in bliss of mundane euphoria…and the urge for suicide is gone.

But so is part of your soul, and pretty much the rest of your mind. AND if you are a creative person, that can drive you even madder. Even if like some say, you are addicted to the madness, your cell receptors are trained to crave it…it does make you who you are. More is learned about depression in a Dostoevsky novel or The Bible, than in any of the offices of the elite. You’d get more inspiration from the local drunk.

Just imagine Beethoven on Prozac--- Moonlight Sonata and Ode to Joy would have never been written…trust me. Churchill might not have rallied England, but stayed in his castle. The pictures of Van Gogh would have lacked that pow…that brilliance. If your thinking capacity is drugged, you cannot create. Unfortunately you are also insane at your worst moments and that’s when drugs are needed. It would be ok…if you could just take one.

But that’s not how the prescription drug companies see it, only a lifetime of addiction will do.

In the end…the fact that in this soap opera of Movie Star vs Movie Star, the incorporated madness comes in the fact that it was not Brook Shields that was seen as crazy, but Tom Cruise.

Our society has an incorporated madness of drugging everyone…boys in school who want to run around be boys, old people in nursing homes so the nurses can sit at their stations and read, hormones to women who god forbid, might get a short dose of heat, men who want to be Brad Pitt at 50, drugs for all the human race for future viruses that may not appear, and most importantly, soon a drug for the doctors to deliver so you will NOT have to overburden society with your prolonged life.

Call me crazy…and when you do, I will go sit in a hot shower for a while, and listen to Beethoven.

Works for me.

Tom could have been a little gentler on Brook…after all, he’s never been pregnant.

And Brook should have realized that Tom has NOT A CLUE how to solve the universe despite Ron Hubbard’s claim to it.

But that will come when they get older….and madness is permanently incorporated.


Joyanna Adams

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