You’ve heard of Your Brain on Drugs? Well, this is My Brain on a Deadline.
Don’t worry, there’s order in the chaos, here. (Do you doubt me? If you came by, you would see painstaking color-coordination and neat handwriting and other signs of a need for outward structure. Some people are surprised I don’t take notes on a computer: well, who needs a computer to be organized when you’ve got a personality as neurotic as mine?)
and no, I wasn’t a conscious recipient of the “This is Your Brain on Drugs” message (the first PSA came out the year I was born). And although I know of Mrs. Reagan’s “Just Say No!” program in the 1980s and 1990s, I got my anti-drug training from D.A.R.E.
To this day, I can remember the role-playing and poster-making and earnest talks from police officers that the program constituted of. But I’m sure those tax dollars were spent wisely, as I haven’t succumbed to a substance-abuse problem yet.