Lost

When I was about 7 or 8 years of age, my sister had come home from school with one of her friends. Well her friend’s mom was pissed to say the least and wanted her home immediately. My mom was at work so my sister got the bright idea for us to bike her friend home. That wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if her friend didn’t live at least a half-hour car ride away from our house. I of course didn’t want to go and my sister couldn’t leave me behind, apparently that kind of thing is against the law.

The ride there wasn’t bad — at least I don’t remember it so it couldn’t have been — but coming home was a different story. My sister got us lost and it was getting dark. All I can remember really is being so tired of peddling and so scared that I was walking my bike and crying hysterically behind my sister who kept telling me to shut up. We finally ended up in a neighborhood she knew and we knocked on the door of some lady’s house who drove us home with our bikes in tow and promised she wouldn’t say anything to our mom.

I didn’t keep my promise. I had been so terrified that I told my mom that night and my sister got in trouble.

The Glass

Ooo watch out, folks. I am attempting a daily prompt today. The Daily Prompt asks,

Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

Honestly, that question has always kind of irritated me. Why? I don’t like it’s connotations. If you are to think the glass is half-full then that must obviously mean you’re optimistic and pessimistic if you feel it is half-empty. I don’t believe that way, but I also believe it’s just a glass and it can be both depending on how you want to look at it. And the way you look at it doesn’t deem a character flaw or strength or depression or otherwise.

I am also a little more literal in the sense that if you pour out or drink some of the liquid, then it would automatically mean half-empty, but if you just filled it then it would be half-full. So it can be based on technicalities.

In my little world, it can be both based on how you look at it, but how you look at it doesn’t determine your optimism or pessimism.

You’re from the 70′s, but I’m a 90′s Bitch!

I am going to do a little experiment. I am going to see if forcing myself to write a post-a-day will help me eradicate this blogger’s block. I also am going to be writing to music. Maybe if my brain is halved it will help. Or I am just talking shit on a Thursday evening.

I’m finding myself gravitating toward pop music thanks to the I Love It song by Icona Pop. This is unheard of as I am huge on anti-pop music.

Writing with music playing is harder than I thought. But silence has become hard also. OK I need to change this station now. I heard my song and the rest is giving me the ills.

Aah, Nirvana. The band everyone despises and I love all the more so. I think most people would despise my musical taste and question if it is taste in the first place. You can just suck it though.

So expect a lot of crap posts in your reader from me for a while. And when I say a lot, I mean one a day. I also think it’s what’s halting my flow. I don’t think what I am going to post will be worthy enough for your reader. I need to get over that shit. This is my blog after all. I can’t please everyone.

Blogger’s Block

I have an extreme case of blogger’s block and it is becoming insufferable. It’s unfortunate that my mental stability highly depends on the ability to blog whatever is on my mind and as of now there is nothing more on my mind than this. I’ve looked into prompts, articles (non-newsy), and Facebook to see if anything would strike. As we see here, it obviously hasn’t.

I have even combed over past posts to see what I tended to blog a lot about and that helped nil. I am not the blogger who sets up posts in advanced or writes notes on things I should blog about. I am as spur of the moment as they come. Organization is not key for me, though it probably should be. I also find it funny that in a guest post I did on Rarasaur’s blog, I mentioned I was like a few female comedians (I’m really not) sans the political rants yet a lot of posts from last year dealt with political controversial topics. I’m a walking contradiction.

In  conclusion, I am so done with this block. I don’t know if it’s the new medications, the fact I just got my brain back from a full-blown psychosis or it’s that time of the month — yes, I just went there. But if you have any suggestions for me or want to share what works for you, I’d greatly appreciate it. Love you all.

 

Book Review This is Not

Can’t be since I only just started reading it last night. Either way I have to write about it even though I am only in midst of chapter 6. Did I mention that I downloaded it late last night?

brainonfireIt’s called Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness and it is riveting, AND I haven’t even touched on the intense parts that are to come. The author is Susannah Cahalan and she was (could still be?) a reporter for The New York Post. The paper that Alexander Hamilton started in 1801. Fact check!

I’m only a few sentences in, but I figure I would pause here to tell you I am horrible/terrible/no good/very bad at relaying stories I haven’t made up in my head.

What I got from the synopsis is she has a very intense psychotic break that came without rhyme or reason since she hasn’t a history of mental illness or really any health concerns nor does her family.

It is a hard read because a lot of the things she experiences, I have experienced in relation to the psychosis. The difference? Her’s is due to a rare autoimmune disease and mine is because I am just fucking mental.  I’m so mental I had a small glimmer of hope that I could have that disease [I'd much rather have a disease that causes my body to attack my brain and possible death than just a case of the crazies. Sounds good, no?] so I Googled it and God laughed in my face because it’s only linked to Autism and Schizophrenia cases, not Bipolar.

I think I am also excited {no, not just because of my coffee this morning…} because this is the first book in a bit that I don’t find myself getting bored. I think it’s all my lovely psychotropics because I skim a lot more than I used to. I can write this, but I doubt I am going to proofread anything that’s not already outlined for me to fix.

Yes, I bore myself also. I used to be kind of egotistical about my posts, but now that I haven’t been around, just got back to reality from major psychotic break [3rd time in 6 years, ooo I'm on a roll], and I lack energy and inspiration to post. Yeah, not a good mix. Luckily my dad is letting me use his laptop for the time being.

The book is good. She’s not a bore at all which is super cool.

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