I'm sure some people would frown on it. Especially the psychiatric
community. But I am finally ready to come out and say I am engaged to my
therapist. He is a wonderful man and I am over the moon that we will be
spending the rest of our lives together.
date was pretty casual. Pretty much like any other date I've ever had.
We spent a pleasant hour together looking into each others eyes, making
small talk, talking about my problems, my idiosyncrasies and my severe
debilitating clinical depression.He didn't seem phased. As our date
came to an end, we agreed to meet for another date for a week later.
I've dated a lot of men. But as I casually walked home I smoked twelve cigarettes and thought about him. I know he
Listen! If you don't like Wal-Mart. Then start your own Wal-Mart. Start your own goddam store.
Marilyn Monroe movies help me fall asleep the best. Something so comforting about her. The hair?
Random things coming to my head as I just wake up
"You know what really gets my goat?" referring to nothing
Schizophrenics have something called word soup.
Out Of Body Experiences
Just a cup of coffee and a bed with a cool comforter.
Oh honey, you don't know the half of it. The
I got my rock moves
What horrible emotional landscape are you exploring?
passed by one of thirtysomething boys in Andersonville- the kind that
seem to be on every corner on a patch of grass waiting for their dog to
relieve themselves. I say hello and receive a non committal half smile.
That's fine I'm really not asking for anything more. I couldn't handle
I take note of my depressed mood as I
glance at flowers sticking out of a chain link fence. It's like there
are the flowers and I am depressed, tired, weary. There is the sidewalk
drenched in my mild depression and anxiety. This cigarette has
depression coming out of it.
I wonder what the other
guy sees. How differently we perceive the world through our emotions!
Like for him the flowers could be beautiful, or maybe he doesn't like
flowers, or they make him think of his grandma, or maybe when he looks
at them he's not even seeing the flowers- he's seeing them but thinking
about Doctor Who or Jimmy Johns or whatever. But what emotion is he
seeing life through?
He could have some real problems-
not my stupid made up ones. He could be going to jail tomorrow or have a
terminal illness or he could be cleverly hiding a gun.