Just because I am mentally ill I must be strange You can't tell me that you have never considered the idea of wrapping up things in your house as Christmas gifts...come on...
Negative, negative, never anything positive associated with mental illness. Though things can get rough at times unbeknownst to others there is a silver lining in every cloud.I wish I could show you how big of a cloud I can make with my new bong. Some may call me a pot-head, I prefer "chemically dependent" or "smart" if you will; life sucks, get high.
Some who know think I need pot like I need a hole in the head. I admit, at times my brain is like a circus on acid...I know...I went to a circus on acid. Yep, won't be doing that again. I don't think I'm weird even though people say I am, I like to think of myself as "pleasantly unique."
Right now, you probably thinking that I am some mentally decrepit drug-addict. Let me tell you something you may not know-there is a reason why the mental health field call us crazy folks, "consumer survivors". In my opinion the definition of an idiot is a mental patient who would rather be miserable than to smoke weed. The name consumer-survivor was not just randomly pulled out of a hat; there has been a wide-spread observation that when you are mentally ill, you consume a shit load of drugs in order to survive. As I say, all of the time, "I don't cry, I get high." Either that or "I'm cured" ...the family hates when I say that.
The parents don't quite like the weed thing. Both my brother and I are potheads and they're like the cleavers. I once had a discussion with my father who after discussion announced to my mother..."Iris this is the first normal conversation in years and my mom said "Glen, she's fucking high." Dad got pissed. Dad in particular hates the weed-he told me flat out-you can't handle the weed. So I said, "It's not the weed, it's the liquor."
People who judge really piss me off, like just fuck off and let me be. I am discriminated against every day. Just a thought, they should have handicapped signs to hang in our car just like any physical disability. See, even disability policy makers discriminate against us ---do you know how stressed out I get having to walk through a parking lot. I think I'm going to start a petition.
Anyways, my Ritalin is wearing out-I am too distracted by the lint on the floor to continue.
P.S. Don't think I won't be seeing you for payment after the event-I warned you but you motherfuckers thought laughing at me was worth the price. Bastards.
Good night.
