Re a livejournal ‘friend’.
WTF? Okay, so you’ve banned me from commenting, but why? Either it’s because one of your friends breaks out in pustules at the very mention of my name, or because I said something to offend you personally… and of course I’m being given no opportunity to improve my behaviour. I can’t help your friend, if that’s what the trigger was; she was craycray outta the gate. Okay, crazy in this case is a slur…. how about absurdly sensitive, entitled, and broke my brain the day she told me that she’d ‘talked to her psychiatrist and HE diagnosed you as BPD’. Without ever seeing me. Ya know I’m not driving to Seattle to see a psychiatrist that diagnoses people he hasn’t seen and discusses the results with other patients! woo hoo.
I’ve been all kinds of crazy, but I don’t meet the diagnostic criteria for BPD. Seasonal affective disorder, sure; OCD, very likely; ADD, probably; full on depression with suicidal ideation, been there, dun that, got NO urge to get back on that train and likely won’t; migraines (which affect mood), check; rather more narcissism that makes me comfy when I get back into a mode where I can examine it, sure, but hey, I’ve written 250 melodies and you haven’t – so I get to be ‘all that’ in those things I’ve accomplished. But all of this is manageable, especially with the form of cognitive behavioural therapy I prefer, the friends I have, the brother I live with and my worldview, which is, depending on the day,
It isn’t about me, unless it’s happening INSIDE ME.
The universe is neutral, people are not.
This too shall pass.
My mother loves me, and she would if I was an axe murderer. Fortunately she didn’t raise me to be an axe murderer, so she doesn’t have to visit me in jail.
I am a worthwhile person, whose behaviour is sometimes thoughtless and shabby.
Life is a curved line.
You start helpless and peeing yourself and people take care of you. You end helpless and peeing yourself and people take care of you. If you’re really lucky, you achieve bladder control somewhere in the middle and look after people who are helpless.
Virtually nothing that happens to you happens because you deserved it. We’re all accidents, we all came to being on a razor edge of improbabilities. Honour the complexity, the scale and heft of your life – in spite of your accidental arrival.
I give your mother flowers because she deserves them for putting up with me. I agree that we all are excruciatingly improbable. Some people have ended up hating me and I didn’t have the faintest idea why. My solution now is to not interact with other people any more than I have to, and thus I avoid bad interactions.