Adventures in mood swings
Disclaimer: This post is mostly metaphorical. Just in case you had any doubt.
There’s a person I am whom I call the shark — a man who’d die before he stopped moving. He writes the papers, pays the bills, gets me to the gym, and sends me running across the globe in search of thrills. But he also can’t feel self-satisfied without a few sedatives or a tall glass of bourbon, and spits in the face of bankruptcy or death from ODs.
Then I’m also the slacker, constantly unphased, who would be happy just being on the dole and playing music and writing introspective diary entries like this one. But he couldn’t hold down a job or or really get much of anything done, including his laundry.
The first adjective I usually use to describe myself was “mercurial.” Flux is my default state. So if I get on medication and stabilize, who will I stabilize as?
Of course, this could be a moot point because so far I haven’t found a medication that does anything helpful. But being either person would be better than being two people who hate each other.
10:54 am • 23 February 2012 • 4 notes • #personal #adventures in mood swings
