1. I didn't like Casablanca
I assume you mean the movie, not the town.
3. I still cry when I watch the last unicorn
Have you ever read the book? It's my favourite.
1. I didn't like Casablanca
3. I still cry when I watch the last unicorn
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3. We are hoping to adopt this year (or at least be well underway with the process)
I thought my first three were pretty serious and said a lot about me, but here are three more in that vein:
1. I'm manic depressive, and I'm struggling desperately. Only people who've experienced it can know that slow and tortuous drowning is tolerable when the gasps of air are so pure that they induce clarity, peace, and utter capability in any endeavor. They know that one tolerates the demons for the times when he sees angels.
2. I think I am at a crux in my life and I have to act, and act soon, else I'll lose myself in more ways than one.
3. Sometimes I stay alive for the sake of my mother. Sometimes, it's "[t]he way a crow shook down on me the dust of snow from a hemlock tree [that] has given my heart a change of mood and saved a day that I had rued." Or it's the music. Or the curiosity. These are the drugs I need, like my daily insulin injections, to stay alive.
1. I was born blind with cataracts and I couldn't see until I was four. It's why I can't drive.
2. When I was 12 my mom worked cleaning sailor's houses in Norfolk Virginia. I went with her one day and I went in the bedroom and the entire ceiling was covered in Playboy centerfolds. It was like a proto-Internet (this was '73).Good times. My mom yelled at me for jumping on the bed.
3. I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts.
What do you remember about being dead?
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I've never spoken to someone who has come back from death.
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Have you spoken with anyone else who has? Is your experience unusual to your knowledge?
Me next!
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3. People are shocked when they find out I love Star Trek as much as I do.
Three more fact about me, a little less fluffy:
1) I have a type of bipolar disorder that manifests as chronic depression until you attempt to medicate it, at which point it shifts into irritable mania (hallucinations, hoarding, panic attacks, migraines, cardiac troubles, compulsions toward self-harm, insomnia, etc) that can only be escaped with...more medication. In short, the only thing worse than the lows are the harrowing and extremely destructive "highs". I was in an unbroken state of irritable mania from the ages of 18 to 23, when I finally found a med combination that pulled me out of it. The psychiatrist who literally saved me called this bipolar-3, and the ailment is supposed to be published in the next DSM.
Confession time: I am very jealous of bipolar people who have more classic symptoms and experience pleasurable mania. I've never been so lucky. I have lapsed back into a major depression in the past year due to some very bad things that happened to me, but am afraid to seek medical help for it, in fear of waking this hibernating monster once more.
2) I am as directionless in life now as I have ever been. I would love to return to school, but have no idea what to study or what to be when I grow up (I'm 27). I hold a bachelor's degree, yet feel woefully undereducated and certainly unfulfilled in my working life. A lot of my friends are experiencing personal and career success now, yet I still feel stubbornly stuck in neutral.
3) I certainly hope I come across as more interesting and less of a butt-hurt whiner IRL than I do here![]()
I guess people are throwing out more, so here's some more from me:
1) On the subject of death, I almost died when I was 6 during a tonsillectomy. They accidentally nicked an artery in my neck and didn't realize; the nurse on duty when I was in recovery wouldn't believe that anything was wrong and my dad had to scream at her to get her to bring a doctor in to look at me, who subsequently rushed me back into surgery. I then almost fell into a coma due to significant internal bleeding and a lack of available blood for a transfusion at the time (apparently they had just discovered their supply had been contaminated or something). I don't remember any of this beyond the stories my parents have told me.
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I actually had a good talk with my mom yesterday about how I feel. Well, more like me trying to keep up the facade and failing horribly by starting to cry, but then the talk came about. We're going to see if we can get some stuff going, that maybe I can make some small commercial bits for the web for my current working place. They need PR, and I can do it for them. And hopefully we can go a bit from there and make people see what I've done by myself and that I could be a valuable co-worker.
Also mom thinks that I should have an appointment with a doctor about anti-depressive medication. My first impulse was that that's giving up, but then the logic kicks in and pokes with the fact that I've pretty close to that point anyways. We'll see what happens there.
A good thing with meds would probably be a boost in self esteem. Which is shit, and has been like that for a long time. I've made steps to improve it by seeing to that I exercise a bit every day, which is helping me lose weight, which I hope will help me with my self esteem.
That's awesome news mommyhill!3. We are hoping to adopt this year (or at least be well underway with the process)
Any particular form of art that you enjoy? I enjoy drawing and a few other things myself, though I don't pretend to be good at it either!
3) I've been out of school for 6+ years now and I still have dreams that I forgot to go to all the lectures in a class and I have the final tomorrow.![]()
Things are better now then a when I wrote my very depressed post there a bit back. It's helped that I've gotten loads to do. What with the enormous amounts of snow we've been getting both I and my dad will have a lot to do, especially since we have to get a lot of it cleared before Friday night when it's supposed to rain. Loads of frozen snow on roofs = bad. Plus I've gotten quite a bit to do with my regular job this week.<snip>
I actually had a good talk with my mom yesterday about how I feel. Well, more like me trying to keep up the facade and failing horribly by starting to cry, but then the talk came about. We're going to see if we can get some stuff going, that maybe I can make some small commercial bits for the web for my current working place. They need PR, and I can do it for them. And hopefully we can go a bit from there and make people see what I've done by myself and that I could be a valuable co-worker.
Also mom thinks that I should have an appointment with a doctor about anti-depressive medication. My first impulse was that that's giving up, but then the logic kicks in and pokes with the fact that I've pretty close to that point anyways. We'll see what happens there.
A good thing with meds would probably be a boost in self esteem. Which is shit, and has been like that for a long time. I've made steps to improve it by seeing to that I exercise a bit every day, which is helping me lose weight, which I hope will help me with my self esteem.
I can't even begin to tell you how glad i am that you've talked with your mom. There is so much i would like to say right now....but if i started i'd go on and on and eventually fall apart. Keep talking....whether it be with your mom or a professional. Isolating oneself is very common for those suffering from depression. Talking is not easy but it can make a difference.
I'm sending you HUGE HUGS!![]()
Don't need a guy to cook for you? No? Just thought I'd throw it out there. As I said, I'm quite tired of this winter thing.Do you need a buddy to sail away with you? I've got a lot in my life I'd love to escape from, and two cute chicks on a boat are always better than one.hmmm... I'm glad you found that
I really don't expect it for myself.
Both my parents died when I was 16. I've had a couple of years to adjust and it's been a bumpy ride. Many will say I have not adjusted at all.
I'm a very happy person now, but I'm also very fatalistic. I don't believe in happy endings.
When my parents knew the end was coming they made sure I would be taken care of. I will never have to go to school or work for the rest of my life.
I live on a boat by myself and cruise the ICW, occassionally making the trek to the Bahamas. I fully expect that one day I will not make it back.
Until then, i just enjoy life as much as I can.![]()
He, he, my idea exactly.
^^^ Those dreams are the worst. I still have them, but it's always a math class that I've forgotten about. Ugh, horrid, horrid feeling.
I think every college graduate has those. I wonder why? I mean why do we so often and so specifically have that dream as our "oh my god I failed" dream. I don't dream about getting fired, but I always dream I am not going to graduate.![]()
3) I've been out of school for 6+ years now and I still have dreams that I forgot to go to all the lectures in a class and I have the final tomorrow.![]()
Ugh, I just had that one again last night!
And apparently I have totally and completely weirded people out with everything I said in this thread. Which is amazing, considering the other rather colorful stuff people have said!![]()
Well I think I will give it another go:
1) I am allergic to caffeine. If I have a little bit, I sweat profusely, get dizzy spells, my heart palpitates and my skin itches. If I have a lot, I break out in hives and I can't breathe. (I have the same symptoms if I get stung by a bee!) I usually don't consume chocolate or coffee but every once in a while I will throw caution to the wind and have some because I love both so much. One piece of chocolate or a cup of decaf is fine but any more than that I am in trouble.
2) In the last two years I have lost my ability to feel much of anything for my own life. Things have taken several harsh turns recently. It has been very hard mentally, physically and financially. Now when bad things happen, I am neither shocked or surprised. Most of the time, I don't even care and couldn't be bothered to fix it or make an effort to resolve issues. I just float from one thing to the next. It scares me how "uninvolved" I am in my own life and I don't know how to fix it.
3) I am a social chameleon. You can throw me into any group of people and I will adapt very quickly to the group and the situation. I don't lose my own personality but I can almost always find a way to relate and communicate with almost any social subset. (I tend to be a little quiet at first since I am observing. But once I figure things out, I will talk your ear off.)
1. I think some people in this thread need to drink less coffee/ease up on the caffeine. OMG! OMG! OMG!![]()
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2. Sometimes I still feel as if I’m playing at being a grownup, rather than actually being one.
3) I've been out of school for 6+ years now and I still have dreams that I forgot to go to all the lectures in a class and I have the final tomorrow.![]()
3. I dislike all forms of social events (family reunions, company picnics, banquets, weddings, outdoor games, birthday parties, etc.). I don't have a social anxiety disorder, but I'm quite introverted and would rather not deal with big crowds and gatherings, not that I avoid them totally.
Don't need a guy to cook for you? No? Just thought I'd throw it out there. As I said, I'm quite tired of this winter thing.
Well, I never actually graduated (something that people in RL don't know) so I suppose that has something to do with it. At least in my case. I'm terrified of failing again.
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