I am formulating a list. Yes, a list. I gave in.
This is a catalogue of weak points. I thought it would be easy to list all my psych-triggers, mad-catapults and depression-springs, but maybe due to memory problems, mental blockages or other such mindweasels I am having a hard time. I’ll come back to it.
Stuff that more often that not leads to some manner of craziness.
- My partner disagreeing with me (not always just sometimes. I would need a post to go into this properly)
- Social Gatherings of more than, er, one person.
- Being late (usually only for meetings with strangers or business related things, unless I have a friendly relationship with the business related thing people)
- Being stuck behind slow moving traffic (unless I am feeling calm)
- Not knowing where something is (not all the time)
- Too much noise, noise being defined as sound that is both loud and not pleasant to me (most of my music is exempt from this obviously, but it is familiar and therefore safe)
- Being too hot makes me irritable, which in me pretty much leads to anger problems.
Anyone wishing to share their own particular triggers is welcome. It might help me remember.
July 22, 2008 at 10:21 am |
1. Getting arrested by a one-star cop while I’m on a mission, or just driving around running over civilians in GTA IV.
2. Being questioned by a police officer in real life.
3. Listening to the wrong song while writing.
4. Having to look for something way after the time is over where I should have found it.
Don’t worry about getting everything perfect on the first or second draft. I’m still updating some of the lists I started a few years ago.
…that’s one of the most random “Possibly related posts” I’ve come across.
Emma Barnes, MD of Snowbooks:
“As I say, I’m a list girl, and use rememberthemilk.com to keep track of every last thing I have to do. What pops up on my daily list gets done – simple as that – and if I run out of time, it pops up the next day. I like lists.”
You’d think there’d be millions of web pages out there talking about “lists” but the random generator chose only this specific one…
July 22, 2008 at 10:59 am |
1. That sucks. I have a tendency to forget where all the paint shops are whenever I’m being chased, so have to rely on outrunning the kind officers, and inevitably end up running over crowds of people, wrecking my car, attracting even more police attention and hiding from helicopters in an alleyway.
Possibly related posts rule!
Curiously I just stopped using RTM in favour of Lightning on Thunderbird, and the google calendar sync plugin.
July 26, 2008 at 1:24 pm |
I´m glad I´m not the only one who forgets everything. Everything ever.
- Forgetting everything
- Not being intelligent enough, kind enough, organised enough, energetic enough, selfless enough, attractive enough…..oh this list doesn´t end. Ever.
- People hovering over my shoulder, reading whatever I am typing. I get somehow secretive and insanely posessive over my present gibberings for no good reason.
- Other people being right when I am wrong and I try SO VERY HARD to learn and be aware of…stuff.
- The cylindrical wall that lowers itself around me so I can´t see, hear, think, talk etc. and when people tell me to relax and be myself and not worry about it. THAT IS NOT AN OPTION. I wish it were.
July 26, 2008 at 1:25 pm |
-animals poos on my doorstep.
July 26, 2008 at 4:36 pm |
Ms Purrr. Good to ’see’ you.
I think we can narrow point one down to Not Being Enough.
Oh, god, I hate people hovering. Hate it! I don’t even know why, It makes me so mad.
As I mentioned, I hate my partner disagreeing with me. It is like some kind of personal attack. Stupid. “I am darkentries giant sense of insecurity.”
The wall. Shitting thing. I don’t know how common it is with anxiety/insecurity/stress/mood disorder types, but seems fairly universal. Like, surely we can put up barriers that stop too much stimulus getting in, but doesn’t stop our brain working? I hate that feeling most of all. The absolute helplessness when in the grip of the mood wave. Like a tiny swimmer treading water in an ocean of arseholery.
Relax. Hah.
Be yourself! Hello!
This is myself. Suck it up bitches! I ain’t going to ever relax…
October 30, 2008 at 2:26 am |
Those things make everyone crazy, but being bipolar, it amplifies it by seven million, I feel ya!