I enjoy writing short post because just like in real life, I like to get to the point and move on. Not that there’s anything wrong with a 1.5-billion-word post. Plus, according to a study authorized by Microsoft, the average attention span of humans is only eight seconds, so there you have it, yet another reason why I try to keep it under 100.
Because of the pandemic, working from home since mid March of 2020 hasn’t been easy for me, because there have been many adjustments that I had to do. The fucked up part is having to spend so much time inside, specially with all the fucked up negative news that goes around. I mean, how many fucking ways can they report that we are going through a pandemic? How many fucking shootings, rapes, murders, wars, natural disasters and so on can they fucking show us?
What the media wants us to believe is, that the world is coming to and end… But hasn’t it been since the beginning of time? I mean, what the fuck is wrong with the media? We are all going to die, it’s just a matter of when and how… but I sure don’t need to be reminded every fucking minute of every fucking day.
On and off I have been blogging for who knows how many years, but the thing about me is, that I’m not a mental health advocate, writer, author or anything like that, nor do I want to or plan to ever be. My thing is, that I do it to deal with my Bipolar II, OCD, weekend drinking and other shits by posting them on this here crazy blog of mine.
I was planning on not drinking for thirty days, but it was impossible because some family members and friends came over Friday and Saturday evening to play dominoes… With beers, so I did drink, but I’m happy to say that I didn’t go on a bender. As a matter of fact, I went to bed early and didn’t drink on Sunday.
I look around and feel sorry for how pathetic and miserable some people are. They choose to live their lives alone, simply because they blame everyone and their mother for every little bad shit that happened to them from day one, even if in some cases, they as adults are to blame for poor judgement and bad decision making.
I know life is hard… some times, but only because I’m having a bad day or had some bad life experiences… like everyone else, doesn’t mean that I have to take it out on the rest of civilization. The first thing that they need to do is, stop the fucking pity party, grow some cojones and stop blaming others for their own fuck ups, little by little get their shit together and then welcome people into their lives. I know that it is easier said than done, but it is doable.
Peace out my peeps!
I don’t know why, but even if I haven’t gone on a weekend binge or bender in a while, and even if my wife is OK with it, for some reason, the next day after I drink, I feel guilt. People who know me, know that I’m a very happy person when I drink, because I like to talk a lot, joke around, listen to music but not get in trouble or problems. But I just can’t get around the fact, how the next day, for no reason at all, I feel so much guilt.
With that said, I’m Audi 5000 y’all!
Usually, I drink a large cup of coffee with milk in the morning in order to keep awake while I work, but when that doesn’t work, I drink from 1 to 2 energy drinks, as a matter of fact, the higher the caffeine content the better. But as we all know, too much of a good thing is bad, so I decided to try and keep away from energy drinks as much as I can, because it doesn’t help with my anxiety either. Right now, I haven’t had one in four days and to be honest, it seems to me that my anxiety is getting better.
With that said, I’m Audi 5000 y’all!