It’s blatantly obvious by now that I’m kinda crazy. I mean, I have admitted it myself. Several times. Anyway, in addition to my general female craziness passion, I think there’s a slight possibility that I might, sort of, perhaps be a bit bipolar. Not like lock-me-up-and-throw-away-the-key bipolar, but like Sonny on “General Hospital” bipolar.
For instance, on any particular morning (more often than not), I’ll come into work stoned full of false hope and low expectations, but at least I’ll (probably) have a smile on my face. Cut to three hours later and my office door is shut, the garbage is full of tissues soaked in my tears and I’m frantically trying to cover-up my tear-and-eyeliner-stained cheeks. Cut to three hours after that and I’m cursing under my breath and searching for a new, less stressful, career. By the end of the day I’m smiling and waving goodbye to my co-workers and wondering why I even got so worked up in the first place earlier that day. Sounds a bit psychotic, yes? It gets worse.
This past weekend, when Boyfriend promised to do all the chores (again) on Saturday morning, I jumped up and down with joy, covered him in kisses and let him touch my boob. But when I came home from a shopping excursion with my sister later that afternoon and he explained that he had only done half the chores and would do the rest the next day, my face contorted into a grotesque sneer and steam began to rise from my ears. All the initial joy was gone and I regretted letting him cop a feel earlier. Later in the day I confessed to my sister that I may have been too hard on Boyfriend. I later issued a weak apology to Boyfriend.
And before you go feeling all bad for Boyfriend and wondering why he hasn’t tried to break free from my wrath yet, DON’T. He deserves it.
Anyway, it gets worse.
A couple of years ago, I was visiting my cousin in DC and one night we were out with a group of his friends, including his good-looking roommate. After a few drinks and a few shots, I decided that I didn’t like good-looking roommate. In fact, I believe I told my cousin that I hated him. But when people asked me why exactly I hated him, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it (I’ve since dramatically cut back on my drinking). The point is that I could not stand him! I wished I’d never met him! He really pissed me off! The next morning I woke up in his bed next to him.
The point of all this? I have no idea. As the title suggests, I’ve come to the conclusion that I may just be basically bipolar. But really, honestly, I’m not all that bad, so don’t judge me too harshly because deep down you know you have a little bipolar in you too 
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March 17th, 2009 at 5:09 am
being an actual bi-polar person (have the little white coat to prove it)… i’d say it’s stress being put into basic depression.
but, what do i know?
March 17th, 2009 at 9:23 am
you hate-fucked him! haha.
March 17th, 2009 at 10:28 am
Seriously, Abe!
Quin, my bad. I apologize if I offended you because that was definitely not my intention. Sometimes, if you can believe it, I have a tendency to exaggerate a bit and sometimes I’m kinda inappropriate. But overall, I’m not a bad person and I truly appreciate you reading my blog. I’ll try to make an effort to be more compassionate in the future.
March 17th, 2009 at 10:58 am
oh, i wasn’t offended in the least! i really was thinking, “sounds like a good case of stress depression”
cross my heart.
March 17th, 2009 at 11:32 am
Phew! Ok, thanks for clarifying Quin and thanks for the advice. One day, when I have money, I may seek the help of a therapist or psychiatrist, but until then I’m just doomed to be kinda crazy and irrational, which at least provides some entertainment for all of you.
March 17th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Hope this is ok…I thought it was really funny, but maybe I have a boring life, ha:
John O’Reilly hoisted his beer and said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!” That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night!
He went home and told his wife, Mary, “I won the prize for the best toast of the night.”
She said, “Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?”
John said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife.”
“Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!” Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John’s drinking buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, “John won the prize last night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary.”
She said, “Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he’s only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come.”
March 17th, 2009 at 6:06 pm
I never deserve it
March 17th, 2009 at 8:17 pm
dude, you’re a gemini, you can always blame the bipolarness on that. besides if you were like a sane person you wouldn’t be so interesting. maybe more people would like you, but the people who like you now wouldn’t like you as much.
March 17th, 2009 at 9:34 pm
HAHA very cute, Abe.
Sam, thanks, I can always count on you to make me feel better about myself. And ahem, you are an undercover Gemini too (I think) so ha!