International drama exchange

This weekend was nice, you guys. We had a friend visiting from Israel. And there’s nothing like a friend visiting from far away without backstory knowledge of your everyday drama. Mostly because you get tell about that drama all over again. It’s a fresh pair of ears. And if that’s not priceless, I don’t know what is. We also listened to what she had to say. So it was a mutually beneficial exchange of drama. As per current market rates. I work in finance, these things are important. But seriously, we got to show her our city favorites like this...

Mental illness is a bitch, but my IQ is still higher than yours

So the support groups are gone. Over with and forgotten. With a tiny bit of a scar from approximately 24 hours of wasted lifetime, but who’s counting. And I’m so relieved because I found a new clinic. I made it my mission to find the right care for me this time, and did some extensive research. And I came across this clinic called Brooklyn Minds. The name alone had my heart rate going because you know I just gots to like everything Brooklyn. It’s a private clinic and the price tags had me re-think a thing or two, but then...

Why support groups are horse shit, and new cars are not

Remember how last week I wrote that I don’t mind going to support groups? Well, I kind of mind going to support groups now. It’s like with a new relationship – it seems bright, and novel in the beginning, but then his socks stink and it starts getting real. Nobody’s sock stank at the support groups mostly because we all wore shoes, but it sure started getting cumbersome. That’s because, you see, I expected to hear something new and groundbreaking. All they had were the same stories about life you see on the news, you hear from your friends, you...

Support groups, current exhibitions, and why my nails are yellow

OK so as described in my previous post, I am now scheduled to attend support groups twice a week and neither one of which is directly related to my condition. Go figure. One is a DUI program, and another is Women’s Group. Awesome, getting involved in social issues while proclaimed mentally ill is exactly how I envisioned my recovery. I was furious. Mostly because after being cooped up for 8 days, getting into a work routine was stressful enough. Now, I was to report to these meetings, sit in two additional hours of traffic, listen to some random people –...

Officially crazy, or why third time’s a charm

So I was going to stop blogging because I had great aspirations of starting a book. And I did. I started a book, and four pages in I realized it’s complete shit. Nothing about the process nor what I was getting onto the pages was coming along. I’ve never felt so disappointed with myself. Like I’ve been blogging for a number of years, and I’ve had a good number of positive feedback, and just when I was figuring I’ve discovered my writing talents, I ended up with four pages of regurgitated word vomit.┬á So then I thanked the stars, my...

On threesomes, and superheroes

This past weekend I got to think about threesomes. But first I got to attend Gowanus Open Studios. And these happen in New York fairly often, and in different neighborhoods. Like apart from this one, I’ve also gone to Bushwick Open Studios, and DUMBO Open Studios. And what these mean is artists in that particular neighborhood quite literally open their studios, and you get to walk around, look at their work, look at their stations, have a chat with an artist, or not, and maybe buy their work. I never have any intention of the latter, but when I see...

Why you shouldn’t become wind, and instead shop online

So, I was planning on finishing my vacation story from here, but I can just do it now – it was great, we had good time, we took awesome pictures, find me on Instagram. It’s been very much back to work, and all that other stuff people call adult life. Except, I’ve been sick with a severe cold for these past couple of days. And the backstory to this is important. On Friday night it was super windy, and we had a few drinks to drink with my significant other. And at one point I came up to him and...

Death Valley – remembering to be alive

Death Valley vacation happened, and it was a success with only a few minor meltdowns, all completely justifiable. Not according to my significant other, but who’s asking him. It’s not like I sat down in the middle of desert yelling ‘this is fucking disappointing’. Which I kinda did, but more on that later. Firstly, the airport. You see, I never had a fear of flying or anything remotely related, but after the incident turns out I do now. Particularly going through the security check. Because I now carry a hefty dose of prescription drugs with me at all times, I...

Because I’m not a fucking conformist

Because I’m not a fucking conformist. Actually I am just about majority of the time, I just like to say that a lot. Also, in my defense I wear funny T-shirts on the weekends. Also, I’m not sure why I decided to start with that, this post has nothing to do with anarchy. Although, if one would happen to break out I’d be totally down. Anyway. This weekend we happened to be visiting a winery. This one to be more specific Castello di Borghese. And we had some medium light Sauvignon blanc with smoked truffle cheddar, and goat gouda. Yeah...

The meaning of life, and why you should be nervous

If you ever catch yourself thinking about the meaning of life that just means you have a lot of free time on your hands. Trust me, I know. I went to visit my family over the weekend whom included my mom, my sister, her husband, his brother, his daughter, and my two little nieces. Point being, it was a lot of people all related to each other. And most of the time we spent was either setting up for the table, or cleaning up from the table. And the brief moments in between. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending...