My penis is better than me at scrabble =(

[scouseneon]

But he wasnt with me the night i shot my sense of fashion. Neither was my sense of shame, who was still laid up from the previous week. Apparently he caught something nasty on his trip to Amsterdamn and so was still feeling pretty fragile. So it was just me, my sense of fashion and my sense of decency. It was really all their fault. They got

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[crazylikeothers]

errrr......if i pretend to understand a word of that will you believe me?

[therandommike]

OMFG I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN!!!!!!!!

Hug me please.

therandommike

*Hugz*

[scouseneon]

Love your icon!

[joyfuljoyce]

I can relate to your quest to find a more "sane" existence. But I've recently come to the conclusion that for those who suffer (or bask with delight within) the realm of neurosis, the concept of somehow "making sense" of their disorientated, manic thoughts, would ultimately leave them feeling non-existant. I say this because I've recently paid very close attention to the rants made by people who have their so-called 'mental shit together' and I always find myself extremely uninterested. Where's the drama, mama? I find that the focus of their interests usually falls into social and material issues of the trivial sort. I, having been on anti-anxiety meds for a good two years now, having been hospitalized for four month due to a mental disorder, having undergone intense therapy for the last three odd years, can boldly testify that my life merits a substantial amount praise for the fact that it is constantly stimulating and out-of-the ordinary, trivial, and repetitive world most 'sane' people find themselves within. There is, and this

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[scouseneon]

Well to be honest its less a 'quest for sanity' and more a 'writing down part of a conversation with my girlfriend'.

True though on many points there, i know people who live in a perpetual state of 'Woe is me' and talk about how 'Crazy' they are, and make out that they suffer in ways like no-one else has known, and are doing it like the martyrs we all know they are until they recover and get 'better' when in fact they wallow in the situation and in their inflicting it on others. Their suffering becomes a way to define themselves internally and to others, and they love it. And are also, i find, dull as fuck.

Myself, i know im not 'crazy'. At least not in the 'Medicate and keep in the rubber room' kinda way. Maybe in the 'Odd and my brain isnt wired quite correctly but not harmfully' kinda way. I think that ive been through alot in my life, but no more than many people, and i have my 'mental shit' together totally.

Well whatever my point therre in that last paragraph kinda tailed off and got lost, so ill leave it there.

[scouseneon]

And my girlfriend now informs me that this reads as if i am addressing comments to you directly, when in fact i am not. I dont see it, but women are always right, so im apologising for stuff i havent done beforehand to save trouble. =)

[crazylikeothers]

I think....errrr....i think.....wait, i really cant think today....sorry, come back tomorrow and i might actually switch on....and tbh i will probably agree with you :-)