THE DOTTY HEADBANGER AWARD
FOR BEING MENTAL AND LOVING IT
I stole this award from the wonderful blog/blogger known as Dotty Headbanger (Thank-you Dotty Headbanger). Soooo, if you are gagging for an award to show off, please visit this ‘ere link and just nab it for yourself
Tragic to self award? Quite possibly!
Do I care? I’m afraid not, I’d go as far as to say I’m brimming with Pride 😉
Anyway, if you award yourself you will need to answer the following questions
QUESTIONS TO ANSWER
1. How many bricks do you own?
2. How many Cumberland sausages can you fit in your mouth without chewing?
3. What is your most inventive way of using biscuits (or cookies if you’re American)?
4. If it was made compulsory to have a mental illness which one would you choose and why? (If you have a mental illness already you have to choose another).
My Answers Read the rest of this entry
I caved, and swallowed the correct amount of western poison (and I avoided hospital admission for the physical side effects this time) Lucky meeee ;)… I forced kilos of food down my pipe, and I went to sleep like a good girl.
My mind is one happy mind today 🙂 because all this worked, and psychosis has finally buggered off for the foreseeable future.
I know I’ve been gibbering on about this for a while now, and if I’m boring you I apologise, but it helps me to release some of the madness inside. Plus; I feel that posting this stuff might help to shed some light on the awake and living nightmare, that some people are forced to go through.
I also I want to reinforce the fact that all paranoid schizophrenic’s ARE NOT serial killers. I would say it’s far more likely, that the majority of them are petrified, as they believe you are a serial killer
I can’t tell you what a relief it is, to have a semi normal brain back. In the throes of psychosis, every thought that passes through my mind is part of a wider conspiracy, every single one…even the ones that begin innocently, turn into something sooooooo dark; it’s really difficult to cope. Read the rest of this entry
These are some of the items I have found in my handbag, whilst searching for my purse at multiple tills
An ashtray with 7 butts in it, miraculously, it stayed the right way up all the way from my home to the cafe, and the bags contents escaped a messy ‘ashing’
The digi-box remote
The MASSIVE silver TV remote
A thick winter knee length red sparkly sock
The cats box of treats – whiskas temptations chicken and cheese flavour
A food bag with ham in it!
My large bottle/tube of cocoa butter
These are the items that have been missing from my handbag whilst searching for my purse at multiple tills Read the rest of this entry
I wrote a post this week entitled ‘If your partner is ‘Crazy’, run for the hills (The World, 2012)… How rude!
Here is the comment it generated (all comments are appreciated but this one gripped my appreciative shit!)
“The article is right and wrong at the same time.
I too wouldn’t advise anyone to love a crazy person as most people aren’t capable of it.
In order to love a crazy person, you first have to love yourself, as the love you receive from a crazy person, or at least the perception of it, may be entirely different than one would expect. It may also manifest itself in many indirect manners, which some people find hard to accept.
It takes two things to love a crazy person, well three actually, strength, patience, acceptance and self-love. I guess that’s four, i really should learn how to count one of these days.
But then applying to love a crazy person is like applying to join the special forces, it’s not for anyone and only those who are worthy will find it the most rewarding job in the world”
I can honestly say I was enraged when I read this, and also very touched at the army reference ;), but both reactions did little to stem the massive thought trail that followed
I quote from the comment…It takes patience, strength, acceptance and self-love…..[to love a crazy person]. Yes it does, not just to love the crazy people and not just to love the sane….but to love both Read the rest of this entry
That would be everyone then?
I decided to do a little bit of research into my love life a few weeks ago
And I typed ‘why am I attracted to crazy people’ into Google. (Please note, I wasn’t presuming I am remotely sane when I typed it…So it was more a ‘2 way’ research jobby ;))
Anyhoo, by the time I’d reached the bottom of page 2, I was a broken woman!
Firstly, it would seem that only women are deemed nutters, as every bleeding article for 2 pages was about crazy women…I’ve met my fair share of nutters and around half were male! As you might expect
Second…There was advice from a whole range of people – laymen, the experienced and broken hearted. The young, the old, and the professional experts…they all had something to say
The advice varied enormously, but the final thoughts added up to the same thing EVERY SINGLE TIME…
‘If your partners crazy run for the hills!’ (Summarised)
If you replaced crazy with ‘black’ or ‘wheelchair bound’, there would be 68 petitions banning the article… directly underneath it
But ohhhh no, not for the crazy people, leave them to rot ay? Even psychologists are throwing out this advice
Such empathy and warmth? Read the rest of this entry
“A small amount of delusion in ones psyche, is not only desired, but required in order to realise ones dreams.”
Image via Wikipedia
(Quick Insert – Don’t ask me where the ‘ones’ popped from, I haven’t turned posh! ;))
The 5 positions available will be filled by the 5 graduates who are insane enough to believe their skills make them the perfect superior choice for the job.
Whilst the 946 other perfect and superior graduates who were blown out, we’re simply all too aware of the tendency to fail, simply due to odds. They are sane enough to spot the bottle neck before their breathing restricts. Read the rest of this entry