... where I'm no fun anymore. Whaddya do when the shit yer takin' to quiet the voices in yer head start makin' em LOUDER?
I have no idea, but frustration is startin' to take it's toll. And, like most American White Boys, I really have no right to be bitchin' about anything!!!!!!!!!!
Because (and I know that startin' a sentence with "because" is a Strunk & White no-no), this nation is full of fucking crybabies! "Wah Wah Wah, I'll bitch on my blog, my twitter, my facebook, my tumblr, my (insert your 'net masturbatory venue here)". Boo fucking hoo.
It might be time to get outta town fer a few daze.
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Here's why I quit alcohol, street drugs, psych meds, the whole fucking deal. They stopped working. That's it. After that I had to figure out how to deal with the world. I have had a lot of help. I could not have done it by myself.
As far as alcohol goes, I thought I couldn't quit that. Not as in didn't want to but as in couldn't. Turns out I could but that was the hardest.
The whole process has left me fairly nutty and definitely uncool but fuck it. I will tell you that the transition was a bitch. Some people get on a little pink cloud and walk around talking about how swell everything is. I was not one of those. In the end though, everything really is pretty much OK.
It's still a fact that the world in my head is not in full alignment with the real world but it's nowhere near as bad as it used to be. Mostly I can tell the difference between fucked up thinking and reality and I am OK with reality.
I'm just saying all of this because you are talking about feelings and frustrations that I know about. They sure sound familiar anyway. What worked for me may not work for you but you have always seemed like a good guy so I figured I'd tell you a little bit about what worked for me.
Jon- I appreciate your comments. For real.
The old adage "I don't have a problem with *****, I've quit dozens of times" is true for me.
Part of my addictive personality tends to be that I can (and have)relatively easily quit various "hobbies" as I've needed to (and started up a few again (but not all and never as a crutch)once the fog cleared).
It's the Prescribed stuff that doesn't seem to be doing it's trick as much as it's the self prescribed stuff. And I had been hoping to eliminate the prescribed stuff.
It's all a seasonal thing I reckon (leave it to a contrarian to get Seasonal Affect Disorder in the summer). Plus the frustration of not doing as well in my new job as I would like.
Once again, thanks for putting yer 3 cents (adjusted for inflation) in.
I've never really liked the summer. I am genetically predisposed to sitting in the freezing rain by a fjord and brooding. I sort of envy people who like the summer but I hate hearing them bitch when I am feeling good in the winter.
Hmmm Fukitol... I like it!
If "the Prescribed stuff doesn't seem to be doing it's trick," SWITCH MEDS. Every brain is wired a little differently, and sometimes it takes awhile to find the right Rx at the right dose. Fortunately a lot of them have gone generic, so it's not too expensive to try more than one. And your doc would probably rather you ask for something else than take an ineffective Rx and self-medicate with booze. My $0.03.
As a working English Instruktor, I offer hearty FUCK THEM to Strunk and/or White.
P.S. I, too, hate summer. Massively and intently.
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