I'm a (emotionally) starving artist. I have re-appropriated the terms queer and crazy and identify as such. I like many things but mostly humanity and the human experience. Call me they, for I am agender.
Basically, the blog reflects my current obsessions. I love Amy Poehler, Rachel Maddow, Parks and Recreation and SNL (one of those things sort of doesn't belong). I also post frequently about mental health issues.
You know what I am looking forward to? Being mistaken for a freshman because I look like a teenager!
I’m starting to understand how much my purely obsessive OCD has affected my life, how it informs my choices, or lack there of, thoughts and actions. It was really only two weeks ago that I told a mhp for the first time about my obsessive thoughts. She called it classic OCD, just like in the Girls episode. It kills me to think that I am not in total control of my thoughts and actions because stupid OCD and depression thwart my best intentions. It’s like…I can’t because obsessive, intrusive thoughts. That’s what my life has been. And I haven’t even known all along! i want to be rational and perceptive, but I feel like my mind is all jumbled. I don’t always know what I really think and what is just an obsession…
That moment was pivotal because it made me realize how nonsensical my convoluted obsessions must sound in comparison and how others run toward responsibility, not from it. Like my guilt might lead me to apologize to a firefighter because I feel bad that she has to run into a burning building. Nevermind that is what they want to do, nevermind that is their job. I’m all degrees of jumbled right now.