Fa la^8

I planned on writing a sort of venting letter, because I'm as bipolar as a pregnant woman towards the end of her third trimester. I thought of perhaps including an example for the male audiences, but unfortunately, I can't think of a bipolar male occurrence, so I suppose a jab at pregnancy will have to do.

It's not necessarily a jab at it, as much as it is a universal truth, but I digress.

I have been on a tumultuous poorly constructed carnival ride of emotions for a little bit. I will give a quick example of how far I've fallen and how high I've risen in a few. I'm pretty sure Jesus would be impressed with my achievements.

I got some clothes for Christmas among other commodities, but the point remains clothing for girls is mostly iffy. Or maybe it's just me, because of my incredibly tall proportions unknown to the female species. Either way, some of the clothes fit perfectly whereas others were literally another layer of skin, a point in which I am not comfortable. This put me in an off mood because I dislike how clothes are prepared - why aren't all clothes made in a universal size? Seriously. It's rage worthy for me.

My mom makes one comment and I'm not going to explain the whole dynamic for the day, but this comment causes some switch to go off and the water works start up.

I go to my room and begin to play Dragon Quest V, a game in which is already known to cause me torment. Well, I'm officially a father in the game and my wife was newly kidnapped. It was and still is a giant ordeal and I was stuck as a stone statue for 10 years while my children were raised by my dead father's Mexican friend named Sancho - no lie. This story is so intense. I have to find my (hopefully) alive mother & wife, who I assume is alive but is still in her stone statue state as well. My kids are so stunted from a lack of childhood but they don't care because they can wield the legendary armament/weaponry. Well, my son can. I'm a father of twins - the daughter has yet to prove herself, thus making me regret naming her after myself. With all of these events happening, I sat stoically.

I then attempted to sleep, because I played until late into the night. This led to an intense powwow of emotional confrontations within my mind which are so bound up and numerous, that it's ridiculous. I slowly realized there's no point in trying to sleep, so in order to relieve my inner stress, I decided to read a book I've been meaning to read.

Within 10 minutes of reading this book, I am lawl-ing in my room until the early hours of 1 and 2. Not only am I laughing uproariously while my parents and newly wedded brother and sister-in-law are sleeping, I am also swooning from the characters within the short book to the point that I almost practically "drunk texted" for it to be my status. I wasn't drunk, but I was high on the feeling of laughter and gregariousness that I was so close to saying something that would make school girls squeal.

tl;dr lesson for this post = I'm bipolar.

"People don't stay in your life forever. Maybe he came in, you loved him, you learned from him, and now there's nothing more for him to teach you. Maybe your time with him is done. Maybe it's really time to just let him go. If he has more to teach you, he'll end up coming back. When you feel like talking to him, look up a new word that describes him in an asshole-ish manner. Keep a list."