Some people might think, that only because I’ve been on crazy meds for the last 16 years and I don’t blog much about my OCD, everything must be A OK… but it’s not. Every fucking day, I worry about my wife, daughter, son or dog dying. I try to keep my mind busy to stop the thoughts, but that’s also fucking stressing and demanding. I’ll tell you, when it comes to my OCD, there are good days, bad days and worst days. But those were the cards that I was dealt with when I came into this rock we call earth.
Well kids, here I am, at the end of a super sad year and the beginning of a… OH WHAT THE FUCK!… Between my wife’s family and my family, we lost a couple of members to natural causes. But out of all of them, two of them stick out, my wife’s grandfather, who was also my godfather and one of my sisters. Why do they stick out? Because they were incredibly happy people, that never hurt anybody, but who never gave a fuck about what others thought about them.
What I’m trying to say is… that as long as you are not hurting yourself or others and are doing the right thing, try to enjoy YOUR LIFE to the fullest, and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down. Hey, the way that I try to look at life is like this, things happen for a reason and we are all going to die… Why not enjoy the little time that we have in this crazy rock we call earth?