the point

"You're not like other people... not even people that SHOULD think like you. So you might as well stop waiting for someone to get it."

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Happy is a crime



The shades of bipolar are mystifying.  It's bad enough to HAVE the emotions, to be in them and make the sordid attempt to deal with them.  Yet what has frustrated me is this: these people didn't know me before... with the moments where I disappeared into psychosis or raged in a manic flux or chased pigeons because the Grate God told me to.  So on one hand I have their opinion that I need to harden the hell up and knowing that MY GOD I have come SO FAR.

But then there is another crux.  Gotta love all the branching variations of the ways happiness is a problem.  When I am doing WELL... it is a boggle to them... it doesn't make sense.  There are a multiple range of responses.  Everything from well why don't you just be this way all the time to if you can be like this why the hell did you act like blah blah at such and such a time.

Then it gets worse.  There are the people that actually care.  That watch helplessly from the water's edge as you drown.  There is nothing they can do.

Then there is the personal turmoil: knowing that invariably we are filled to be emptied again.  That undoubtedly the rug shall be removed from beneath us.  That's just the way it is.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Doctor's Seri-ous Insanity Monologue

I go to medical school ten year! TEN YEAR!
[Sir, I have been doing this for ten years, also]
For you—patient!--to insist that you know
what I learn at medical school ten year... TEN YEAR!
[well congrats on that degree... you should've also studied English—just a thought]
[have you ever taken zyprexa?]
I have patients on Zyprexa... yes dey have life!
[it only takes 15mgs of Zyprexa to knock out a fully grown horse]
I have patients 30mg Zyprexa! They do not complain!
You do not be fresh with me! I have medical degree!
[you should've gone with English. I'm sorry if me knowing my shit about my illness is being “fresh,” and for the record it is hard to do much personal advocacy when you're shitfaced on anti-psychotics]
You no study! You no get upset!
You just upset I not give you what you want!
[yeah I'm not hardcore on you making me a zombie with your classic 30mgs Zyprexa... caaaalll me crazy]
[I'd take you and give you Zyprexa... starting low to make you think you can handle it]
[Then i'd laugh my ass off as you discover that it is more horrific than you'd ever known anything to be]
[Then I'll lock you away—cuz we all know the more they give you the crazier you actually get]
And God would name it justice and say that it was good.