Magic mania

Imagine being on high alert all the time and the mind is racing, creating backstories and conjuring reasonings/explainations for everything. The kids from school going home at 8pm. The noisy group of gossipmongers. The too cool for school crowd hanging out till late in town. Notice everything and pretty soon it's information overload. Breathing gets rapid, need to close the eyes and plug in a foreign language song to de-stimulate and decompress all the speeding thoughts and rising emotions. But oh the creativity that comes with the magic! The beautiful high, the fast response of the mind during conversations and the hidden delight of seeing the matrix behind the dull surroundings. Who would want to take the stupid pills (not that the anti-psychotic pills are stupid, but that they make one stupid) when the mania takes over?