“Well,” said the doctor as he looked down on his desk and scribbled on a piece of paper. “I’m going to prescribe two types of pills for you. You’ll take the pink ones every night to help you sleep and the purple ones you can take whenever you feel that you are becoming overwhelmed with worries that can lead to a panic attack.”
“But,” I stuttered. “Can’t you prescribe anything that could address the root cause of my problems? Something that could eliminate the anxiety? Can’t you prescribe social justice? Universal basic income? Prejudice free society? Gender equality? Or environmental responsibility? ”
“No, my friend,” answered the doctor, stopped scribbling and looked me in the eyes. “I’m just a medical doctor. I just do pills.”
“But don’t you worry,” he continued as he looked down again and went back to writing my prescription. “Just be diligent in taking those pills and they will make you forget all those other things that you mentioned.”
