`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'
`In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?'
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It's must be the prozac talking. You're feeling so good about yourself, so confident and secure about your relationship that you think it could survive a test of infidelity........or, it's the "that's nice" effect of anti-depressants in general. It's a therapeutic and/or side effect that I've observed in people on anti-depressants. They have a blunted emotional response to life events. For example, a patient on prozac is walking with a companion. They come upon a dead body lying on the sidewalk with the abdomen evicerated and the intestines spilling out and the sidewalk is red with blood. The companion screams:"Oh my god, look, it's a dead body". The patient responds very calmly and matter of factly:"Oh, that's nice"
It is the Prozac, but it's SSRI induced apathy. It's because you feel so much better, stronger, more optomistic. You have power fanatasies. You want to believe that you're big enough, can operate on a more sophisticated moral ground, generous enough, to allow this. You're self-esteem is above such jealousies.
Sort of like in Crime and Punishment, where the guy kills a rotten woman to help society, convinced he can handle the redefinition of right and wrong, but in the end, he can't. Because he's human. We're all human.
Man in Yemen can tolerate 8 months without sex. That's the moral high road, to resist our basal urges. I know it's possible. I did it for 19 years.
Oh pish posh. You give way too much power to Prozac and its potential for apathy.
If anything, it's the meditation I've been doing. I feel more at one with my brethens and sisters, more accepting of my own and others' limits that I think it's okay to bring in help when needed. I considered a girlfriend for The Man out of compassion for his loneliness, not because I hold some drug-induced higher moral ground. It the end, my selfishness and rational mind took over and said, You're his wife, you're not in the business of pimping.
Most social literature point to the destructiveness of extra-marital affairs. My gut tells me it would not be okay in our relationship. That's me talking. Prozac hasn't said a word. This a firm stand I take, not apathy.
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