Last Saturday, before I went to the badminton court to meet my friends, I took a bottle of an energy drink, forgetting that I just gulped down a bottle of another drink that supposedly has a high dose of L-carnithine. According to recent fad, L-carnithine, besides being an efficient fat burner, provides a great source of energy. Now this may not really mean something and it’s probably all in my head but during the games I found myself unusually overcharged to the point that I didn’t want to stop between sets. I ended up (probably) having had the most number of sets and I was even chatting myself away, which isn’t something I do on normal days when my level of energy is just enough to be used up on internalizing a lot of mundane, unimportant stuff. I was thinking maybe it’s because I was at home the whole day, alternating between sleeping, eating,and working online or maybe it really was those energy supplements. See? Overanalyzing mundane stuff again.
Anyway, this episode made me think about how hyperactive I’ll be if I’ll take a real, hardcore stimulant drug. Not that I plan on trying sometime but I’m guessing I’ll act like a drunk person on, well, drugs. Not a pretty picture. Having to undergo a drug test procedure is not exactly a fun experience, either. I know because I was “drawn” as a random testee once. To pass a drug test is not my concern because I am sure, barring sample switch, that I will. What irked me more is the process of showing myself and being cooped up in a room filled with people drinking lots and lots of water to stimulate the passing of “sample”. Because that was my first time, I found the scenery quite hilarious and scanned the room trying to see who among those with me will probably not pass drug test. What is not hilarious is that someone has to go with you in the comfort room to make sure that you’re not switching your sample. I’m not sure with others but I was relieved that the lady who came with me, despite having a pretty big scowl (which maybe is because of boredom and disgust for having spent her entire day looking at other people’s, errr, body fluids), allowed me to close the cubicle door just enough to have a little privacy. Anyway, passing drug tests is not the highlight of that experience. Well, actually, it doesn’t have one.
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