My meds are doing wonders to help me deal with today. Speaking of consistency, why do I want to escape something that's already gone, and that according to you I missed the second it ended? In any case, the past doesn't enter into it.
I have issues with hope--in a broad, philosophical sense. Cynicism is by definition limited to disposition towards people. I am hopeless. I am not completely cynical, particularly not when it comes to discrete individuals. Whether you care or not, it's also dangerous to conflate psych meds with street drugs.
Following the consistency theme, if no one cares, and not caring makes people nasty, then we're all nasty and shouldn't care about each other because none of us care about each other so why care? I can throw a wrench in whatever permutation of that reasoning you care to present by pointing out that you may speak for yourself, and you may have the conceit to speak for everyone else except for me. You don't get to project onto me. And I care. "Nobody cares" is something 12 year olds say to hurt other 12 year olds.
As for 5 or 10 years from now--that's future tripping. "Cares" is present tense. Right now I care. The future, like the past, is an abstraction that I suppose much like ourselves exists only as an idea in our minds. (I do have fond recollections of Thanksgivings past, thankfully. I find gratitude a more nourishing meditation than nihilism, even if I don't practice it often or well.)