You probably know someone who has a mental illness. By a raise of hands, who has the company of a little thing call, mental illness? Oh you? And you? you? And of course me. See I told you there was a lot of us. It isn’t exactly rare. And even though we aren’t, it feels like so often we are alone.
Ah! A good old-fashioned 9 to 5 job. Something we all want in our lives. A soul sucking reason to get out of bed in the morning. So fun.
I get it. Some people love working a traditional job and it works for them. Yay for you. But I’m not those people. In fact, working a traditional job is not something that I am sure I really want to do anymore. That’s why I write these crappy little posts on this blog and write my own novels. For some reason I think I’m special and I’ll make something out of myself. But that is neither here not there.
Embarrassment, the thing that makes us all turn a different shade and we die all over again. Let’s face it, we’ve all done embarrassing things in life. Me, being a professional screw up, I should know this fact all too well. I’ve done everything from wave at the wrong person to walk into a concrete boulder to running up and punching the wrong person. With way too many things in between. Ah, yay me.