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First moodswinglog post. Am I doing this right?
So, yeah. Early this past summer, I took a comprehensive survey of my psychological condition. I was all fucked up, obviously: "talk therapy" was working, sort of, but my "life" was "falling apart". Do you know what I mean by all these quotation marks? I hope so, because I'm not sure I can "explain" them. Anyway, I needed to attempt a quick turnaround, like an evasive maneuver, so I pursued the pharmaceutical option. I was under supervision, I was cautious, I was realistic...
I broke up with my girlfriend, who I still love a lot and hate being apart from. I stopped talking to most people. I had trouble leaving the house. I decided my bike was my only friend.
You know, I have this idea that I'm not real. Psychotics, supposedly, or should I say "supposably", believe that nobody else is real, or so I've read... I have no opinion on anybody else, but I'm pretty sure I'm an artificial construct, a delivery system for my genes, which is, like, broken. "Broken", I should say. So anyway I'm not psychotic, I don't think. Close to, maybe.
I think the drugs may have made me psychotic... a little bit psychotic. I forgot that I wasn't real. Maybe this is my "coping" mechanism, this idea that I'm not real. Now I'm not taking the drugs. I dunno. It's crazy, this business. And now I'm working at a bank again, which is so very unreal, and yet, and yet...
Hello. What have we learned?
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