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Bird Person: *To Squanchy* “You’re basic. It’s a human insult. It is devastating. You’re devastated.”
Seduced by the Right
So, after last night's dream, this moderate liberal has realized- she has a crush on Ben Shapiro. Damn you handsome intelligent dark haired man whom I fundamentally disagree with on like 80% of the issues....
....but damn, if Dream!Shapiro wasn't such a delicious tease....
(what is wrong with me?)
Some Life Philosophy
Often I use this as an outlet to express my thoughts and feelings when I’m going through a depressed cycle so I don’t share them under my actual identity. But today (also being in a semi-manic cycle the last week, the one upside to bipolar lol) I wanted to share some positive things.
I have really began adhering to the philosophy that you can only control what you can control. When you give your best effort and a positive approach to what you can control, the things that you can’t control seem to have more favorable outcomes. A lot of things I did this week re-enforced that this is a healthy and productive approach to life. Things aren’t exactly ideal, but there are steps in place based on my actions that will lead to a better future. I’m not espousing some “law of attraction” pseudoscience bullshit- I do think good things happen to you when you have a positive outlook. But you also have to take responsibility to act, speak and put in the hard work. Good things aren’t just going to come to you because you’re thinking good thoughts. Put in the work and control what you can control. The rest is out of your hands.
Another thing- I have a friend who seems to be internalizing some very negative left-wing perspectives and even, to my shock, mentioned how right wing I was. I don’t have a label for my political views as I base my views primarily on logic and science and neither side of the spectrum would encompass that. But as a generalization, I’m quite liberal- I am extremely thankful that I am a Canadian born citizen so, despite having some serious mental and physical health issues and coming from a working poor family, my healthcare is free and I had the opportunity to do post-secondary education I likely wouldn’t have had as an American citizen. I’m thrilled Canada is legalizing marijuana, not that we were ever really strict about it up here anyway, but as both a medical and recreational user of marijuana, it’s nice to be able to walk into a dispensary and get the right strain for my needs. I believe in affordable education, diversity and respect for others. I am very much a straight, cis hetero female (like talking 0 on the Kinsey scale, I’ve never even had a single sexual fantasy or dream about a woman and I’m 30) But I have LGBT friends, a couple who are trying to change the politics and treatment of LGBT people that I try to help with my skills of writing and rhetoric to achieve their goals. I’ll admit, I don’t fully understand transgenderism (I can’t conceive in my mind how one would feel born with the wrong biological gender) but that’s obviously my confusion because of my experience as a 100% straight cis person. I still treat transgender people with respect, use their preferred pronouns and ask appropriate questions to try to develop my understanding better.
My friend seems to be buying into the “two sides” division I think is a bigger problem in society than some see. When you say that you wish someone would hit Jordan Peterson with a truck, you’re engaging in the same rhetoric as the “alt-right” you denounce- hypocrisy, for me, is one of the most maddening qualities I see in society today. One side criticizes the other using inflammatory, divisive rhetoric, and the other side does the same thing without seeing the hypocrisy of their behavior. I will not participate in that. I will admit, I do say some things on Trump’s Twitter- but they are written using a rhetoric very similar to what I’m using writing this, so despite some of my comments getting 100+ likes, even the few negative comments I’ve gotten are either clearly a bot account, or, when I respond, they have nothing else to say. I’ve never been called a bitch or any derogatory name and I strongly feel it’s because of the language I use. One of the few extremely right-wing friends of mine even said recently, “getting into a debate with you is like Superman trying to face kryptonite”. I don’t say anything under my public identity that I can’t stand by and explain. Even here, while I’d rather people not know about the depths of my mental health struggles or that I write some R-rated Rick Sanchez fanfiction, I can stand by that too. I’d just prefer not to have to, hence why I have this account. In these discussions with him, I’ve been just trying to shape my rhetoric as I do in all my social media accounts now and point out the hypocrisies in his speech, like the Jordan Peterson remark, in a way that doesn’t make him defensive. We’ve been friends for more than 15 years now and he is usually well-spoken aside from the emotional rhetoric politics seems to be bringing out in him, so the discussions are productive for both of us, to help each other see the other person’s point of view without going on the defensive. We live in different cities so I can’t say for sure, but I suspect either his coworkers or circle of friends is shaping his current views and I hope he can eventually see that none of us go through this journey of life alone, so rather than getting angry and insulting those who disagree with you, find a way to work with them. We achieve more together than we do divided.
Based on both how much I excelled in the graduate program I just recently completed and re-reading my own words on a variety of topics and platforms, I’m starting to see that, if my goal is to help as many people as possible, that I should take the time now and continue to work on myself and my goals, but that in the future, at least ten years from now, running for political office is a realistic goal for me. I have grown immensely as a human being between the ages of 20-30, so I know that while I’m trying to be my “best self” now, my best self is going to keep getting better and better. When I talk about my “vision”, I can actually articulate what that means instead of using catchphrases and platitudes. I’m an excellent writer and public speaker and I can connect with a variety of different people. Especially since I presume the political climate will be much different in 10+ years, public office is a realistic goal for me. For now, I have to put more work in to make that a reality for my future.
Going through my various writings this morning, I re-read the Rick Sanchez fanfictions I write, as I mentioned under a pseudonym, and I was actually struck by how well-written they were. The commenters on AO3 seemed to agree haha, but from my point of view, I am absolutely a writer. No grammatical errors, the narrative flowed and even Rick’s dialogue sounded like it could have came from the show. It’s kind of funny that some of my quality writing that’s been read by ~3000 people already will never be known to have been written by the “real” me.
Well, I had a very positive and productive week so I am taking the thunderstorms as a sign that I can relax today and have a lazy day around the house watching baseball or doing some writing or whatever I want. I hope to keep having weeks like this in the future- I understand the reality of bipolar is that I will always “cycle” but back to the mantra of “you can only control what you can control”- I can take care of my body and mind, take my medication properly (it’s an off-label bipolar med because a lot of traditional bipolar meds have weight gain as a side effect and one I tried had me gain 30+ lbs in 3 months when I was a very skinny person before that, hence why I still have manic cycles) and control my words and message on all social media platforms. This has helped immensely in reducing the length and severity of my depressed cycles. I have come to terms with the fact that bipolar is a reality for me- and applying my life philosophy to make the best of that reality.
Update
I did it! I made it to 7pm last night! Not much further, granted, because I fell asleep by the 3rd inning of the Jays game, but got the sleep I needed without messing up the sleep schedule I'm happy my body is in naturally that will be helpful going forward.
A funny thing on perspective, my mom asked me yesterday to text uncle Barry about hanging out at my parents' place on Saturday night. I totally forgot in my exhaustion, but I woke up about an hour ago and saw uncle Barry had texted me in the middle of the night about hanging out "tonight" but that he has seen my previous post (he's literally one of two people on here who even knows who I "actually" am), and that he understood I wasn't up for company. I had to clarify what each of us meant- Saturday night is described in two different ways between a person who has been up all night and a person who went to sleep at 7pm haha.
Hopefully me, Barry and my not-technically-related-but-is-basically-family uncle can end up hanging out at my parents' place tonight (Saturday night to be clear haha) for several reasons. Mostly because my dad has made some big lifestyle changes and I can't wait to see how much healthier he already looks and acts, and, for whatever reason, my mom and dad have been enjoying each other's company lately. I know that sounds like it should be obvious, but I haven't seen my parents, despite them being together for 30+ years, actually spend time and have fun and laugh together in..... ever? They have acted like roommates who tolerate each other for most of my life and I'm just excited to actually see my parents behave like actual parents are "supposed" to.
Circadian Rhythm
So I've been on an intense schedule the past eight months and am now in the weird transition phase but my body is still on an early morning schedule. Especially since it's summer, I don't find this unpleasant.
However, for no reason at all, my alarm used to go off at 7:15am, I was up today at 4am. I do not understand how people can do anything functional on that schedule, let alone work, that early. It's not even 5pm and I'm fucking exhausted. It is kind of nice, my mind is quiet for once, but I can tell I'm not making it to 9pm to play HQ.
On that note, I'm putting on my pyjamas and going to find something familiar and comfortable to watch. I'm pretty against napping, for myself, because it fucks up my sleep cycle. So the goal is to make it to 7 at least- that way, if I do fall asleep, it's the time of year where it will be close enough to nightfall. Two hours, forty minutes. Let's do this.
I never thought I'd be in a position to feel like forcing myself awake is a great accomplishment, but here we are 🤷
I wish this had a different graphic, because otherwise I'd post it on Facebook. I'm not saying I don't have suicide ideation, but I keep it to my pseudo-accounts because unfortunately the role I'm in right now requires me to have a different public persona. All things considered, my mental health is actually pretty stable. But these lyrics reflect the pathos I've been experiencing the last few days, which is why the only graphic I can find for it unfortunately isn't appropriate for me to post under my real identity.
“It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams… that is being naked.”
— Rob Bell
And this is why I've willingly without complaint, been celibate this calendar year. I'm 30 and and count on one hand the number of men I've had sex with. Only one was actually meaningful but I was young and didn't know fully how to appreciate it, especially because he was my first and we spent nine years together.
Creamy middles
"I can't live the buttoned-down life like you. I want it all! The terrifying lows, the dizzying highs- the creamy middles!"
-Homer on his sugar business
That's basically how my life is: full of terrifying lows, dizzy highes- and on occasion, the creamy middles.
This week has been a good "creamy middle" week- that's the part of being bipolar that's the most productive and creative.
Unfortunately, nothing gold can stay.
“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Emotional Dumpster Fire
I need to outlet all of this shit somewhere almost no one in my life will find me. So here we go.
I'm just ready to give up. For good. It's definitely not helping that I can't talk to my parents about this. My dad does not engage emotionally. And my mom talks regularly of suicide. So I don't really know how to tell her I've been making my own plans. I talked about the Mandela effect with her today. Much easier.
I'm so alienated from everything and everyone in my life. I don't fit in anywhere. Not here. I wish I was more of a masochist (heh) so I could carry out all of the violent ideations going through my head. Just against myself. That's why I think no one notices I'm not right. I'm not violent. I don't hate people. Just myself.
When I try to think of who would even be affected by my death, I can't think of anyone other than my parents. I worry about them a lot. They can't help themselves, I've given up long ago seeking their help. Financially, emotionally, all of it. They're in more of a state of arrested development (hey! That's a name of a show I really like!) than I am. But I can't help them financially or emotionally either. They also like to brush aside or minimize my various physical and mental health issues. Very much of the "bootstrap" ideology where I'm the sole cause for my failure. Without identifying every issue (one condition in particular is uncommon enough it would be potentially identify myself), I am not healthy.
The rest of my family has their own lives in which most of them are quite successful. So I don't bother them. If they wanted to help, they would.
Let me admit something very hard here: I should not be living alone. One of my health issues in particular really should preclude my living alone. The plus side is that I could die in my sleep unexpectedly so come on universe, I don't want to do the dirty work. Might be a little easier on my parents that way too.
I haven't been even remotely in love in years. Love is sure a motivating force. No partner, no kids, no love. There's a huge disconnect there, men I'm interested in do not reciprocate and I seem to be most popular with guys I went to high school with that are separated/divorced. Even when one of my explicit deal-breakers is "kid(s)". These men are attracted to some weird concept they have of me. To quote one of my favorite movies, "too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind- don't assign me yours."
I don't know what to do. My psychiatrist is not helpful other than being able to prescribe medication. Family and friends have their own problems, they don't need mine. Leaving my house is so difficult. I'm paranoid as fuck lately. I'm crying as I write this for the first time, but I worry that what has been diagnosed as bipolar may have schizophrenic aspects to it. I'm not sure though- how can it be schizophrenia if I'm aware of my delusions? Like last night, I was going through Instagram and saw that a popular internet celebrity shared some of his bizarre DMs and one was a dude insinuating he's a robot. So I start thinking about this: this guy looks and acts like someone that COULD have been created to amuse me. Which is insane, and I can recognize that. But I can also conceive of a guy in a lab making "AK's Prototype" because this guy fits my physical and personality attraction too well. Like someone skimmed my real life social media and made a person based on what they think I'd like. But am I sane because I have the wherewithal to recognize that this guy is very much a real person who is vaguely aware of my existence? I wish I had the answer.
I feel like I've worn out this existence. Pretty much everything after 2005 is just a weird blur of shitty decisions and health issues. Good people who want to live die, and I'm still here. It makes no sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.
My weekend has been like this. Well, I’m not the sad one. Haven’t been able to post as many colored drawings cause my friends have been sad. 8C Their sadness lead to this lil’ comic. We’ve all got our up and down days.
A selfish ass, an idiot DJ, a tortured academic, a hot, rich fraud.
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