2020-09-01 at 7:59 PM UTC
I wrote my entire life story but as soon as I hit submit the internet went out and it didn't save it for some reason
Thanks Lanny good work on that cache
2020-09-01 at 8:01 PM UTC
Here's the condenser version.
I got roller coaster tycoon from a box of cereal and then when I was a adult I laugh at virtual llama
2020-09-01 at 8:11 PM UTC
I remember when my dad put me on his lap and made me drive the car except he made me do it in the middle of rush hour traffic in the city and I learned how to constantly tap the break lights and get unreasonably angry at everyone around me and how to stealthily drink a Road Pop (that's a beer for you yanks) and keep it in a coffee cup so the constabulary doesn't see it
2020-09-01 at 9:22 PM UTC
Here's the story about when I went crazy from prescription medications
I was on mood stabilizers and benzos having a normal day at work
Then the drugs came in and it destroyed my ability to differentiate write from wrong. In my head the receptors were all firing backwards thanks to the "medicine" and my response to actions was very abnormal.
That's the thing with these drugs is you are supposed to take them to stop being anxious and depressed but when your anxiety and depression is caused by simple being too aware and too honest it doesn't do much and in some cases has the reverse effect where you can justify hurting yourself or others.
Because off drugs you have to learn to live with that brain every day and deal with the cards your dealt. Most people don't hurt themselves or others every day. They deal with those emotions and feel like shit.
But with drugs they become the reason you don't go crazy instead of the reason being yourself and when something goes wrong with the drugs that's when shit can get wild.
Anyways I got the forklift stuck at work which sucked but was nothing too new. Normally I just throw off my hat in Anger and stomp on it like OH MAN THIS WOMPS but this time I grabbed a knife and started cutting myself because FUCK ITS STUCK YOU GOT IT STUCK THDRE IS NO POINT IN BEING ALIVE NOW so I was ready to end it and my co workers had to tackle me and force the knife out of my hands and I got all violent and aggressive with them for trying to stop me from hurting myself.
I feel more bad for them than me like god damn can you imagine going to grab your afternoon coffee and there's fucking scrawny using the kitchen knife to rip up his arms like a death metal show. Not cool.
It was an awkward morning around the water cooler when I got back from the mental hospital I tell ya that much. Thanks for the meds doc I'll just listen to my dad and stick to smoking weed next time