I’m going to try and type on the iPad. Week! Wtf? Ok, anyway. I fell off the no smoking wagon, because I felt like I was going crazy and I didn’t have, you know, an alternative. So I bought a pack. I am quitting again. I have an alternative now, so I am going to hopefully get healthy and kissable again. I know my alternative is still a vice, but it really does make me feel, hmm, I dunno, just calmer. I can be pretty hyperactive sometimes, especially when I am hypomanic. And spring/summer are kind of manic inducing, there is so much more light.
I am sad that there is no postal service at the moment. I was expecting some money mail. I don’t know how much either, it could be 35 bucks for all I know.
Artists aren’t properly compensated for their time. At least, I am not. Not hardly ever! I have gotten some decent money once in a while. All my videos have made back what was put into them, except the newest one. But I had a grant for that.
I don’t know why I am writing today. I feel weird. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me in the next year and it is kind of scary and also it is kind of where I was last summer. I wish I had some stability in my life. But then I think about when I accidentally got into a long term career of being a Sasktel Operator and freaked out because they were talking long range plans like when I would get four weeks holiday a year instead of three! And I panicked because I have this art practice that takes me away sometimes and sometimes I am working full time on my art and I just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. And I made sweet coin too, it sucked having to give it up. Twenty bucks an hour is a liveable wage, I had never made so much before.
But also call centers, even operator services, is pretty rough, you have to have a thick skin. People are rude all the time. It made me think terrible things about humanity.
I just don’t see why people have to be rude.
Whatever, I have put it behind me, I will never put a headset on my head again. I can’t do it anymore.
I am kind of lonely these days, hate it, bleh. Even though there are people around me most of the time. I guess I am lonely for a deep meaningful connection with someone. I probably need a girlfriend, but I don’t want to admit that I can’t keep being single forever. Sometimes I forge these intense friendships with people that are totally platonic but make me feel like I have someone to confide in, and then they just drift off into space. And I am lonely again. It hurts.
Since my MEDS got changed I have been feeling more in touch with my feelings. Before they were just kind of numb. But now I feel those little sharp corners of sadness, when appropriate. It is kind of nice actually.
I don’t know what I want to get out of life anymore. I feel like having bipolar disorder has made me worry that I won’t get into a long term relationship because I am far too volatile. I mean, it’s weird, a lot of my friends have never seen me when I was manic, or not noticed, or something. They seem to view me as always calm. And I don’t know how they can see me that way when all I feel is this churning beneath the surface. I should really go see my psychiatrist again. And I think I need a counsellor, not just a psych nurse. Plus my psych nurse doesn’t understand poly relationships and it makes it really awkward.
I should really just unload some stress by making a list of stuff to do and doing it. I mean my obligations. Just do it!
Tomorrow I am seeing my Dad, which will be nice.
Sometimes I just HATE BEING CRAZY!!!! It’s an invisible disability and it sucks.