L.M. Helm

I have a friend who’s going apostate. And he has anti-anxiety meds, anti-depressants, and ADHD meds coursing through his veins.

During our conversations, I have reasoned, explained, wept, pleaded, and raged, while he sits there cool as a cucumber.

It’s a strange thing, like an episode of the Twilight Zone, to pulse with emotion while the person opposite you just watches. I feel exposed, like I’ve shown him something ugly, but it’s just my heart.

My wife has experienced the same surreal sensation working with chemically lobotomized teenagers (which is basically all of them these days).

Have you ever been the only one in a conversation not on meds?