Panacea for feelings

An unexpected new friend of mine has quickly become one of my favorite sources of musical inspiration (Don't worry Reid, you still rock too!)

Anyway, i was introduced to a new song (see chorus below) last night that caught my ear, probably for its very clever way of saying what I recently wanted to belt out from the tallest monument. Along the lines of that Eternal Sunshine concept, wouldn't it be lovely if we could erase all memory of someone and the impact they have had on our lives? Even better, wouldn't it be great if we could go back to the day before we met someone?

"I wanna go back to the day before I met ya. Things could be better if I could
forget ya. Somebody give me something strong so I can release ya. A double shot
of amnesia cuz life could be sweeter. (for me)"

It would be so convenient to go back with the clear vision that one always gets just a little too late. With that knowledge, you could potentially avoid meeting said toxic person altogether, or, at the very least, prepare yourself with metaphorical kryptonite to snuff out Superjerk quickly and without effort, before things get out of hand.

Or, if it proves impossible to just skip the whole fiasco, can't we just forget about it. Surely, with the scientific arsenal humanity now oversees (however terrifying that may be), someone could come up with an elixir or drug that would wipe my mind clean, freeing me of the unforeseen hurt feelings/insecurities/anger/humiliation/ect. Perhaps it could be a lovely herbal tea with hints of mint and rosehips? I'd even endure something sorta harsh and medicinal, like Goldschlager or Tuaca or Robitussin. I'm sending out an RFP for someone to invent this life-altering panacea...a panacea for feelings. Trust me, this would be a moneymaker.

All that being said, going back in time or performing chemical lobotomy should only be used for the most extreme of circumstances. After all, even the crappiest interactions with our fellow humans generally just make us stronger, right? For that reason (and as one who would very much like to be the first to try a double, straight up), I volunteer to be sole provider of prescriptions (or if you prefer, the omnipotent bartendress) for the totally fictional, the soooo not-gonna-happen fix for global hurt feelings. If you need a script (or a double shot), let me know.