I wish I was cool enough to have a ukelele and a band.
Ups and Downs of Friend-en-dom
With this whole disorder relapse thing, it’s been a rollercoaster. It’s been 3 months, and I can finally say that I’m getting better. :veryhappy: I’m stronger, my energy is getting better, and I don’t dread waking up anymore.
Throughout this whole thing, I’ve been able to separate the friends from the real friends. I’ve realized most good and stabile relationships have a balance between the giving and taking. And this was the one time where I really needed some of the ‘giving.’
Even though I kinda sabotaged myself and didn’t let on to how much pain I was in, there were some kids who could see through it and let me know they were there for me. Others, I told, thinking that I could automatically get some extra care and kindness, and I received nothing. And then there was the other side: the ones who I did tell, and let me know they were there for me.
I cleaned up my room and desk today. I also put away my laundry.
Something I haven’t been able to do since November. :hopeful:
If Only I was a Pirate
Things were so much simpler in the 1700’s.
For example, you could just sail to Tortuga, drink sum rum, listen to violinists… If you got mad because someone shot your rum bottle, making it shatter before your eyes, you could just hit him till you felt all warm and fuzzy inside. That’s it.
Fast forward 300 years..
If you get mad because someone used all the hot cocoa mix without bothering to tell you and just left an empty box in the cabinent, you do nothing. Actually, you throw the box around, yell and scream; but all in all that’s about it.
Now, if you had to choose… Would you rather hit and kick someone or would you rather just yell?
Mmhmm. I thought so.