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friends, life, limits, mental health, mental illness, moods, music, random shit that falls out of my brain, school, stress, the world is full of fucking idiots, work
I try to be tolerant and understanding, I really do. Our differences are what helps to keep life interesting. I may not always fully get why someone believes a particular way, but I try to abide by the “live and let live” philosophy.
And I’ve been around the block a few times, so when someone appears to be asking for help, I try to offer what I can. Most times this works out just fine. But sometimes…
This morning I saw a post on FB from a young man who works here. He was bitching about how he got nothing done this weekend and how guilty that made him feel. I offered some advice about time management and lists and got blasted. Yes, I’m going so far as to refer to the return comment as “blasting.” Me, who has 2 degrees under my belt and is working on a 3rd, evidently doesn’t understand that he was whining about being lazy. Cuz really, how could I possibly be so fucking stupid?
Oh, pardon me, I thought you were soliciting advice, not using FB as a platform to whine about how you can’t get off your own ass long enough to do homework. What the fuck was I thinking?
I can tell you what I’m thinking now…
Dude, GROW THE FUCK UP.
Anyway, he’s in time out. And he’ll likely stay there for a good long while. Because the conversation went on, without me.
He and some girl he’s friends with, who is apparently a grad student, were commiserating about being afraid of flunking out of school and *gasp* having to get jobs as Burger King managers.
Here’s where we pause for me to tell y’all that my dearest mommy was a manager of several Burger King restaurants while I was growing up. She was an awesome manager, one of the very best in this whole damn area. And let me tell you, neither of those spoiled little fucks has what it would take to pull off being a fast food restaurant manager. Quite frankly, I’m sort of surprised either of them can manage dressing themselves.
But I digress.
This week is what used to be referred to as Dead Week, meaning that no tests could be given and students were supposed to be preparing for finals. Someone decided that sounded too gruesome so now it’s called Prep Week. Whatever it’s called, it means chaos for me. The faculty are frantically getting ready for finals and for the summer semester. My calendar didn’t look bad when I got here this morning. Now it looks like a toddler started a game of Tetris and gave up. It’s ugly.
But last night I managed to get the presentation done and the handout for it done. So YAY for that. I’ve sent it to a few folks here for a final proof reading, but I’m basically at the point of washing my hands of it. My partner for the group thing is supposed to be stopping by this afternoon at 3 to finish what we need to do. All that’s really left for school is a few minor bits and then a 10 page paper. No sweat.
And I suppose I should warn y’all that I’ve been talked into doing a 25 day song Challenge with Twindaddy. Prepare to be underwhelmed.
Twindaddy said:
Slow down, woman! I got lost trying to follow all that.
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Mental Mama said:
My brain has two speeds – hyperoverdrive and off.
😀
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Twindaddy said:
Well then this challenge should prove no challenge at all! Unless someone flips your brain off…
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Mental Mama said:
Not likely. It takes 10 pills to get me to finally fall asleep at night. Without them I’d be up until I literally collapsed. True story, bro.
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Twindaddy said:
Yikes.
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Mental Mama said:
One of the many joys of having bipolar. 😦
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Twindaddy said:
Sadly, I know. I merely have depression, but my mother suffers from bipolar.
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Mental Mama said:
*hugs* to you honey. I can’t imagine having a bipolar parent. It’s actually why I’ve never had kids.
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Twindaddy said:
Well, there was an extremely rough patch when I was 13, but it’s been under control for the most part since.
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Mental Mama said:
I’m glad to hear that. It’s a rough burden to bear, but it is manageable. I figured that since I still have days when taking care of myself is a challenge, I probably wouldn’t be able to do right by kids – at least not by my own standards. And then there’s the whole issue of it being hereditary. Besides, I make an awesome auntie. 🙂
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Twindaddy said:
No doubt. Depression does run in our family on my mom’s side. There are many of my cousins who have it as well.
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Mental Mama said:
Knowing that you have that possibility is huge though. We had no clear idea of what was wrong with me for awhile because no one else in the family had been identified. Looking back, it’s really clear *now* that my aunt also had bipolar and her death was certainly suspicious.
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Twindaddy said:
Yeah, I know I need to keep an eye on my children because not only does it run in my family, but also the families of their mothers.
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Mental Mama said:
Yikes. I wish you the best of luck, and if you ever need another reasonably rational adult to talk about it with, you know how to find me.
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Twindaddy said:
Thank you. I don’t know if any of the adults I know are really reasonably rational, though. At least, I hope they aren’t.
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Mental Mama said:
I’m not actually, but I play one on the tv in my head. 😉
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Twindaddy said:
Ohhhh….maybe if you stayed at a Holiday Inn…
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Mental Mama said:
Nope, hotels imply travel and I *hate* to travel. I have a hard enough time sleeping in my own bed with the noises I’m used to. Sleeping somewhere strange is damn near impossible.
No, it ain’t like the good ol’ days where I slept best in a strange place with a strange person.
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Twindaddy said:
I think perhaps you missed the joke…
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Mental Mama said:
Nope, quite familiar with them. My return joke got lost in the mail evidently. For some reason my charm and wit just don’t always make it, though the f-bombs and stale smoke smell usually do. 😀
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Twindaddy said:
I like f-bombs.
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Mental Mama said:
“Fuck” is my favorite F word, followed immediately by “Friday.” Quite possibly my favorite sentence in the English language is, “Fuck yeah, it’s Friday!”
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Twindaddy said:
I love this muchly.
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Mental Mama said:
I should SO be in bed trying to calm the savage beast that is my brain, but I forgot I needed to get my music files moved around so I can take them back to work in the morning. I totally filled up my dropbox account and then found even more stuff I wanted to have there. All 10 pills have been taken, and the computer says 5 more minutes… Fuck.
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Twindaddy said:
Lol. I just move it back and forth with my phone. Speaking of, I need sleepeh, too. Must get the kids to bed, as well, I suppose. Sigh.
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Mental Mama said:
Catch ya on the flip side, my man.
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Rose said:
Love the “wish everyone had a brain” picture. Love. Need that tattooed somewhere, maybe.
FB “friend” who rants on and on, about you, you not in the conversation: UNFRIEND!
You are a rockstar that is going to show that schedule who’s boss. Now get out there and kick some ass! 😀
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merbear74 said:
Yay, I’m doing it too!
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merbear74 said:
That dude sounds like a major asshat.
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Mental Mama said:
He’s young and full of that sense of self-importance that usually has to be beat out of guys like that before they’re even remotely tolerable.
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NotAPunkRocker said:
Sadly, I can relate to too much of this, both the acquaintances and the work environment. Keep hanging in there and rock on with whatever music you have coming up on deck! 🙂
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Steph said:
I had fun today blocking people on FB. Buh-bye, buttholes.
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Mental Mama said:
It’s just so fulfilling, isn’t it? 🙂
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behindthemask said:
Wow you’re a busy lady! I hope it all goes well.
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Mental Mama said:
Thanks! I seem to be happiest when I stay busy. I can’t hardly even take 5 consecutive days off work anymore because I’m just a basket case by the time it’s over.
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behindthemask said:
That’ sounds like my Hubby…lol I’m the opposite I get overwhelmed with busyness really easily.
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Mental Mama said:
If my brain doesn’t have half a million things to crank on it finds ways to get us in trouble. And let me tell you, my kind of trouble is the “wow, this is really creative, I wonder how much money it’s going to cost to bail my ass out of this little mess?” kind of trouble.
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behindthemask said:
ahaha! stay busy then! 😉
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