So, my girlfriend started doing research on Adult ADD, which I have. I take a bunch of medicine for it and all, but I also tend to freak out very easily about non-important stuff which doesn’t seem to be related to the condition.
Some of it is psychological, I’m sure. That’s why I have a competent therapist, and spend time each week on the couch. But there’s other things that seem to just be how I’m hard-wired.
Every so often I realize that my creativity appears to be slumbering. It is in those moments that I reach out to readers who remind me that their ideas for blog posts are much worse than my own. Here we go.
I actually have a cat vomit story from when I was wee. Goddamn do I love alliteration! Anyway, I was forced to take piano lessons from an old bat named Mrs. Mayhew. My sister and I alternated which meant that for her 30 minutes I would keep myself busy by looking around Mrs. Mayhew’s home. She had, like all old people, a shitload of National Geographic magazines. I found one of the floor which had what appeared to be a 3D volcano on the cover. It was a huge mound of brown hardened glop. Impressed I thought, “Man, this magazine really does some cool stuff!” I reached over the top of the volcano and touched the inside. Smushy. When it was my turn for the lesson I told Mrs. Mayhew how I found the issue with the model volcano on the cover. She looked puzzled, went over to where I was playing and gasped. Yep, the cat had barfed on the magazine cover. Right next to the cover story – on volcanos.
I’ve wanted to write about my control issues for a long time, but I was never sure how to articulate it effectively.
I’m still wholly unsure.
In fact, I have no idea how this thing is going to turn out, and I’m massively insecure about it. Oh well. I can always go back to stories about falling through glass tables.
My girlfriend Jessica drove all the way from Atlanta to Chicago yesterday. She brought her cat and dog, who also is a chihuahua. Just in case you’re new to the site, I also have a chihuahua.
If you don’t know the story of how I met Jessica through this site, you can read that story here.
In the past month I’ve talked about how I might have SPD and how I explored the idea of buying one of those weighted lead vests that dentists put on you during an xray.
Then I nearly purchased one, but some turd bought it before me.
So I was just sitting here, like an asshole with no heavy vest.
I wrote on the social networks this morning…
This is a very common thing apparently for people with sensory processing disorder. So I threw it up wondering if I was the only one of my friends and readers. I don’t think loving the feeling of heavy weighted aprons full of lead on my chest is weird – I mean I’m not Temple Grandin squatting in that hug machine she built. That chick’s nuts!
In the past few months, I’ve talked about sensory processing disorder (SPD), how I can’t stand to touch cotton balls, and that I want to buy a 20lb blanket to soothe me.
I was talking with my girlfriend Jessica, and I mentioned that rubbing two Kleenexes together totally freaks me out. As I was saying this over the phone, she shivered out loud and said she could feel pain in the nerves of her teeth thinking about this. I thought it was just me.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
