Even right now I am supposed to be doing work. I went to the grocery store and walked around for 20 minutes trying to remember what I was there for which was supposed to be a 5 minute milk run. Shit shit shit.
I was fucked at conception because both my parents are A.D.D. with all the classic symptoms. I have come to think I might really be Bipolar but my symptoms are really mild and definitely not worth medicating. Normally I am completely OK, with the majority of my depression translating into a mediocre feeling and lack of motivation. I can even somewhat manage staying on task to unload the dishwasher if I consciously walk through each step. I have this conversation with myself "Ok you are done unloading the silverware. Shut the drawer. Now unload the cups, ok shut the cabinet, ok you are done with the dishwasher close the door." I guess I should just be happy I am mentally stable for the most part.
Oh yeah this is what I was doing:
Wavves "No Hope Kids" from Pete Ohs on Vimeo.
4 comments:
1. Hahaaha this post sounds so much like me it's scary.. When I wrote the post you commented on, I had gone into the bathroom to pee and ended up in there cleaning all the corners. And in the meantime I had burned the food I forgot I was cooking.
2. That is such a fucking great song.
3. Do I know you? Just wondering because of the Florida blog and the mutual friends in your sidebar.
The only adjective I had for today was fuck (which I double checked and it can be used as an adjective) I am pretty sure I have met you before from BBQ bar and Blackshaw. Started reading your blog through Andrew...I am a creeepppp.
or maybe you just don't like doing dishes... poor Mike
Fuck is literally the most perfect word in the English language because it can be used as any part of speech. Maybe I have met you, though I definitely don't frequent BBQ Bar anymore and it's hard to tell based on your photo. Anyway... everyone creeps on the internet. That's why it exists.
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