Darkness Until Dawn

Hopefully, I'll be working again very soon. I'm tired of healthcare. Only now I'm due to see the dentist! *sigh*

    Life gets confusing sometimes, and I see the effect of a lot of bad communication. So, I'm trying to exercise patience and humility as I try to wrap up clearing up this healthcare situation and seek work. I'm trying to be very deliberate and selective in my communications so that I'm not misinterpreted. I knew communication was important, but it's absolutely amazing what miscommunication can do. Choosing words carefully is something I'm going to focus on. I'm going to present my best self, and hopefully that will lead to good things. Otherwise, I'm going to need a lot of metaphors. 

     I'm trying to work on some more funny stories for people, because I do believe that laughter is great medicine. Life gets too serious sometimes, we need something to laugh about to break it all up and be able to breathe. I know that's true for me. I need to laugh a little. 

    I'm interviewing for a new job today. I hope it works out. 

 Some of the things that people hate about me are some of the things i like the most. I like to avoid large social gatherings with the formalities, fakeness, the schedules and the shows. I like the substance beneath it all. They said when in Rome do as the Romans do. But that phrase leaves out the obvious: Rome fell. Societies come and go. Tying your horse to a group of people is only worthwhile in that it serves a purpose. 

I honestly would have liked clozaril to have been "the answer" for me. It might have saved me some heartache and grief. But experience and feedback tell me otherwise. Sometimes medicine isn't that simple. Sometimes a medication that appears to be a fit at one time does not in fact resolve problems at another point in time. I liked the idea of having a formula for my life. It was a beautiful idea. 

    I dunno, I get the feeling that I'm a little bit short on serenity. I don't know if I strike people as being laid back, but I'm not. I get frustrated. I've felt so driven. I get the urge to rub pennies together as if they might start a chain reaction and multiply.      Very strange, the world. Very strange. My life is seriously not as exciting as most people seem to think. Like because my parents had a fancy house I have it made. I do not. Not even close. I have to ask questions too. Questions like, will I be able to pay for food? Will I have a home? Will i have a job? I have to ask questions like that. And thats not actually a new thing. God forbid social security does decide to cut disability, then I'm well and truly fucked. It's really funny unless it's your life. Unless you're the one wondering if you'll have a home. Unless you're the one wondering if you'll be able to eat. Then it stops being funny. It doesn't seem like the peopl...