Friday, August 08, 2008

Afternoon Edition - 8/8/08

Post Relationship Bi-Polar Disorder
To say that my mood shifts like the wind is an understatement. At times like these I am cautious of where I go, what I do and who I interact with. I hate folks who take their issues out on others, so I’m careful not to tear someone a new asshole simply because my tolerance meter is set to negative one. One pacifier through my condrama (confusion & drama) has been my ability to turn to drugs. We’re not talking the kind that will get me 5-10 with Bubba on my back, but the kind that may have been prescribed for one pain or another. That’s right folks, I’m living on the edge with Percocet and Vicodin. Now don’t go worrying yourselves thinking I’m going to Heath Ledger on the stuff, I just take enough to alter my mood and allow me to eventually sleep. Creative people – and I’d like to think myself as one – tend to think too much and at times like these when you want to apply considerable pressure to someone’s trachea until their face turns a beautiful baby blue, it’s best to medicate. Last night after popping a few happy pills, I was on the phone with Cas who can, without the use of barbiturates, make me pee my pants, when she tells me her stories – see her blog at - I laughed so hard for so long that my stomach hurt for the next hour. No sooner than we hung up than I felt a complete sense of despair; that is, until I hit my DVR and watched my taped Family Guy episodes – then I was crying with hysteria. Finally, after exhausting myself on the rollercoaster of emotions, I showered and fell out unconscious until I heard the nasal Jennifer Lopez crooning “Que Hicistes?” from my stereo. I’m so grateful for this weekend and the opportunity to rest and recuperate following such a ridiculously extenuating week. In my life, adversity and disappointment have been close next-door neighbors; my hope is to return from my upcoming cruise to find they’ve moved.

On Blast
Emotionally speaking, who would you say are your neighbors and what relationship do you have with them?

Keep passin’ the open windows…


Caspar608 said...

Anger and Annoyance live below me, and sometimes they come up to my level and we get into it - its always a struggle with those two characters - but my other negihbors, Gratitude and Love from above me, they remind me of who I am so they get into the mix and we collectively send Anger and Annoyance packin!

Its gonna be ok Pa...I think you need a few pearls of wisdom from Princess Sophia : )

Prince Xem VanAdams-Lumumba said...

'Fear of Failure' lives Upstairs, and she BLASTS her Music so Loud at times that its difficult for me to ENJOY listening to 'Success and Fulfillment' having Sex Next Door.

Sometimes, I DO want to move across the street and live above 'Financially Stable Enough to Not Have to Work'...but...I hear that the Landlord 'Empty Anxious Energy' DONT Fix Broken Cabinet Doors until she get Good and Ready.

yet another black guy said...

sometimes choking a bitch is sooo necessary, however REPURCUSSION has informed me that I'll be moving in with PRISON RAPE if I do.

That Dude Right There said...

I don't know those NEXT DOOR neighbors because they refuse to let HELLO live out loud. So IGNORE and I just walk on by.