Some days I want to strip completely naked and scream in the shopping mall:
"I AM DARTH FIGPUCKER!!!" as my wife and children look on in horror as their "provider" has snapped and gone over the edge of sanity.
I would enjoy the meds, I think.
... and throwing my poo. That would be fun too.
Losing one type of freedom to gain another. Uncle Charlie Manson knows.