I find that Watsons have been giving me so much comfort lately. No, I haven’t exactly been curing a possible hypochondriasis, I have been walking out of the store usually with small vanity items. It’s either that or coffee anyway, and the latter’s bound to kill me with hyperventilation issues. So every day, I spend about 15 minutes just walking around the store, checking inventories, seeing what’s new.

I think there’s some slight comfort in the idea that one store can house so much cure-it-alls to everyday issues. I look around and find that, if I have issues with my hair, I go to the aisle next to the counter. If it’s for body wash, I go to the aisle next to it. For headache, I run to the pharmacist. Every possible health issue, they almost got it made. And they usually have it pretty quick, too. Just go over to the counter and pay. Sometimes, I imagine I’m trying to cure myself that way when I go around and stay for 15 minutes in the place every day. Since a lot of issues are mostly mind-developed anyhow, I stay there thinking that maybe just 15 minutes of my day and it’s curing me of all my psychosomatic issues. You know how 30 minutes of library time everyday can make you feel smarter?

Truth about it, is, every day I go there, it worries me that I am not relieving myself of my other neurological issues. Specifically the developed ones. Every day they come up with medicines, with quick fixes, with cure-it-alls, and although of course, they do fix tangible deterioration, I sometimes hope that there’s just a pain-free quick fix to relative deterioration. Anger. Bitchiness. Sadness. Mental distress. Lack of direction. Un-sureness of self. Jealousy. Instability. Like their physical counterparts which may also take years to develop, if not hours, at least there’s a tangible solution as well: capsules. Tablets. Syrups. But they say the dosage and they say the frequency of when to use, plus the timeline and desired effects. Cures for emotional and mental instability never quite come with such timelines. But depending on how you stifle them, they go hidden. For the mean time.

Today, I took a pill for a rather nagging headache. I promptly trooped over to Watsons, looked for an ibuprofen tab, and drank it with my coffee. It didn’t immediately go, but it was gone before I had to count hours.

At least, I was cured with one problem. Now, I’m wondering how one cures the emptiness that relative disappointments leave. I still haven’t found the meds.