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On Being A Psych Patient

I’m not ashamed of being a psych patient. I wasn’t in the least bit ashamed to stand outside and speak to the officer, yet again, and tell him that I’m a psych patient and that I spent 5 days in the hospital which is why the first report of criminal harassment was delayed. This is report number two.

See, here’s the thing, just because I’m in therapy it doesn’t mean my voice has any less weight than a person who isn’t in therapy. I can be heard and believed the same as a person who is not in therapy.

While talking to the police officer he didn’t have a funny look on his face when I told him this blog is for the purpose of tracking therapy sessions and therapy issues. He didn’t treat me any differently. Just because I’m a psych patient it doesn’t mean I have to hide and can’t say anything for fear of being labeled “crazy” or for fear that what I say won’t be taken seriously. Welcome to the new world where everybody and “they mama” is in therapy. It’s almost a fad to be in therapy. What, you’re not in therapy, you’re not on medication?

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The Next 45 Days

I called the police yesterday to file a harassment report. When the officer came I explained to him what’s going on. He asked what it is I want to do. I told him what I want is to take the next 45 days to pack my stuff and I want to leave without incident. My lease says I need to give a 45 day written notice, I did that and I’d like to simply pack my stuff and walk out of here without constant harassment. I gave written notice June 15th, 2001. I have 45 days from there. Anyway, she may feel justified in harassing me on the phone, outside my door and on my blog but the truth of the matter is, people are bound by law to behave a certain way.

She’s expressed concern that I’d trash the place when I leave. I laugh at that. I’m sure some people would do that but in all truthfulness if I trashed the place it would hurt her father not her. I’ve stated this several times, as much as the man gets on my nerves I still see him in a very fatherly way. The issue is between me and his children not me and Fife Senior. Why would I trash my area of the house over her? Besides, trashing anything at all takes up more energy than I want to spend on her and it takes a good amount of emotional energy.

I intend to pack my shit at a steady pace. I intend to do therapy twice a week just as I’ve done for a good many years. I plan to do what I’ve done for the last 6 years while living here. I plan to do my dishes and my laundry. I intend to eat, sleep and create art. I plan to mess around in the yard. I will be the same silly, creative and sometimes off balance chick I’ve been for the last 6 years only I’ll do it with no contact from them. I won’t contact them and they won’t contact me. We’re talking 45 days, its not that long, not at all and it seems so easy to simply let me pack my shit and go. Lets hope they can let it happen that easily.

The last thing I’d like to say is this, no matter who is reading or why I intend to write about therapy stuff and general life stuff. That won’t change. As soon as I get a better monitor I’ll be able to write about some of the stuff I worked on while in the hospital. I need to get to the Salvation Army and pick up a monitor. Hopefully I can do that soon cause I want to write this stuff down.

J of A

Conversation Bits

Girl 1: He paces in the basement, back and forth, back and forth.
Girl 2: He’s got him in the basement? You can’t keep a mountain lion in the basement.
Girl 1: It’s only when he’s feeding him…and he keeps the lion away from kids because he doesn’t like kids.
Me: He probably does like kids, the meaty ones.
Laughter
Me: What’s wrong with people? Don’t they watch Fetal Attractions on Animal Planet? I guess mauling only happens to other people…like say to this guy who thought it would be okay to keep a 500 pound tiger in a tiny apartment in the projects of Harlem.
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The Answer is No

To the person looking up info on if you can feed a toad or frog to your piranha, the answer is no.  At least you looked it up though right?  This guy didn’t then he was pissed at me because things didn’t turn out so well.

Thanks

 

The list

I think mostly I’m irritated with the world for hormonal reasons. Give me a couple of days and I’ll no longer want to hang total strangers on a meat hook or run them over with my car for cutting me off in traffic. I so gotta get this under control.

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Private Island

Junior: If I’m ever super rich I’m going to buy and island and live on it and forget all the motherfuckers around me.

Me: If you buy and island and live alone, who will you blame your problems on?

I sometimes have very little patience for this man. What I said to him above was said after a good long rant/rave session about his hatred for religion. I have no idea why but today was his day to rant about Mormons and the Amish. The Amish? Seriously? What did they ever do to you and how could a group of Amish people and their dealings turn you against God? Man, you have issues. I get why he’s upset with Mormons but it doesn’t mean he needs to hate all bicycle riding guys in blue suits. Give me a break. You don’t know those people from jack! No man, good or bad, can take away my belief in my Creator. I also have no need to force anyone to believe as I do or think as I do so why is it that he, an atheist, insists upon shoving his hatred down my throat? Shoving hatred down my throat…. isn’t that what he accuses Christians of, shoving their beliefs down his throat? Funny how I never asked him jack crap about religion but it came up hot!

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Crazy Is How I Like ‘em

She called at 8am to deliver the news. I talked to her a total of 3 times today at which time a stress headache kicked in and my back seized up.

While talking to a friend about her I said,  this woman is out of her mind, totally bonkers. I should date her. She fits all the qualifications of every past crazy, out of her mind, should be institutionalized chick I’ve ever gone out with. She’s perfectly certifiable.

Dinner for two.

J of A