A Bad Trip

03/21/2010

Have you ever had a dream that you were so sure that it was real... then woken up and continued to dream scary monsters and dead people? Well if you have, then you've developed schizophrenia like me. Congratu-welldone. I'm sure you're very proud, break out the champaign and pudding.

Nice to meet you, my name is NeverInTheFace... well... kinda, not really but whatever. My point is that if you follow my blog, that's what you'll know me as. Most people in the real world call me Noodles, it was already taken however (much to my annoyance).

I've never really blogged before, or shown any interest in doing so, but a good friend of mine who passed away was a blogging enthusiast and I promised him I'd give it a go. His motto was that 'there are some things you can only tell a stranger'. Not sure how much truth there is to that, but I guess we'll find out.

I'm 19, 5ft 7 and have a sh*tload of issues.
Know what sets me apart from all the other 19 year olds of the world? I am aware that I have no more or no less issues than anyone else. My life is no more or less dramatic than anyone else's. In the interest of writing anything that qualifies as a half decent blog however I'm going to have to blog away about my issues. I'm also aware that whining on about my crappy-ass life will become tiresome, so read at your own peril.

Okay, glad that's out of the way.

You know what really pisses me off? Therapists. Now I have no problem with the concept of people seeking help if they need someone objective to talk to. Personally however, I always end up with the therapist that's an overweight 52 year old femanist who pigeon-holes everyone within 5minutes of meeting them.
NEWSFLASH
The fact that someone close to you has died, doesn't necessarily mean that's the route of all your problems! Eeeeeeeevery single reaction or lack of reaction I present is because of it. Maybe I'm being anti-social and iscolated, not because I'm going through the five stages, maybe I just like the quiet? Maybe I prefer television to loud music and drunk girls/guys hitting on me, or to read a book and play videogames instead of staying up all night chugging redbull and vodka.
Perhaps I prefer to sit in the corner crying and masturbating while listening to Coldpla... wait what was the point I was trying to make?

I forgot. Oh well. Nice chatting to you strangers.