Jenny and I had dinner with some friend-type people we don’t know very well last night, and it was great. However, we found ourselves in that awkward why-doesn’t-someone-say-something-here stage several times. So, I did what I always do: I talked. No, I talked. You might have noticed (by reading all this stuff) that I always have
This. In a world where all the players are giving “participation” trophies, and kids are expelled from school for saying a single word that is labelled a “hate crime” or “terroristic threatening,” it’s more important to teach the young people of today that tolerance comes in many forms. Including standing up for those being oppressed or discriminated
In case you missed it, I decided to change my name. Yes, my legal name. I am getting married next year, and Jenny and I want to start fresh. I have my reasons for not wanting my father’s last name, so we decided to change our last names together. I have known for years, since I
The most universal thing about mental health is this: You have to ask for help to get better. Whether you talk to your spouse, your children, your parents, friends, or your doctor, you have to get some kind of help to get better. The first time I asked for help, I was 20. I told
I have a couple of odd memories to share with you, and an odd habit I’ve formed. Enjoy: The first memory had to do with a schoolmate named something I don’t care to share. Anyway, he was distinctive in that he would lick his lips and the area around his lips obsessively. He had huge,
Minutes after I wrote my last post, about not dealing well with other people’s emotions, a close acquaintance of mine, and sometime commenter, Also Living With Anxiety (ALWA), contacted me. No biggie, right? But I was very surprised at the contact method. Normally, we just email, or comment back and forth on Facebook. He, his
So I went English Country Dancing with Jenny last night. It was a blast. I really love doing things with her, especially classy things, like dances from Jane Austen Novels. It was a great evening. Until it wasn’t. When we were done dancing, one of the other gentlemen asked me about my scar. Now, as
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter that I’m not manic. I’ve been dealing with it for so long, some of the behaviors are just, well, habits. It really sucks, because there’s nothing my meds can do to fix this stuff. It can only come with therapy, and behavioral awareness. It will take time, but I can do
So, I’ve probably said it before, but I hate that this is “accurate” to the uneducated. Hell, even to the educated, sometimes. The thing is, there is only one bit to this whole thing that is accurate. The “How I actually feel” is pretty dead on. If I had the patience, I’d make a new
So, this. This is how people think about introverts and other super nerds. Many of my friends are nerdy or weird only with certain people. They gush about Doctor Who or Firefly, or darning socks, for God’s sake. It’s all unique to the people in question, and who they are surrounded by. I am NOT
