That's life, Now with Extra Sinatra. Bi-polar-arrific'

That's life, Now with Extra Sinatra.

 Bi-polar-arrific'

I wish to appolgise in advance, this is written to a poor standard however i just cannot be arsed to sort it out, normal service will resume in the next post! i assure you!

Now In this post i will delve into something a little deeper than the usual Byron jam jacked fun! i shall be talking about how it is to live with Bi-polar. Outright i should state that i have not be psychoanalysed with Bi-polar, however it is commonly accepted that Bi-polar is hereditary. All the men on my mothers side of the family have Bi-polar and i show indefinite signs of Bi-polar and will not be diagnosed with it purely because i hate Hospitals, and even more being analysed by healthcare professionals, however i still have the mindset of someone suffering with bi-polar, the amazing highs followed by the terrific lows, i shall be giving you an insight today dear reader just to explain to myself, mostly, how i feel.

Let me give you the low down on my feels today then, i know i had one unbelievable high but thats another matter.

7 Am woke up, literally struggled out of bed to think of a reason to drag myself to Sixth Form (Low)

7:30 Am My mum said i could go to see The Who, Yes The Freaking Who (Ecstatic High)

9:05 Am sat in the Sixth Form, with people who discuss football all the fucking time... (Mid low)

10:45 Am Doing the runnaround for some ungrateful sod who was perfectly capable of doing it themselves, and not taking on board my excellent and faultless advice because i know my stuff when it comes to that topic (burning anger and resentment at how easily i will do things for people)

12:30 Pm Really hurt my foot, owwie, (Quite funny actually)

2 Pm After having dragged myself to New College i just couldn't stand to be in that lesson any more and faked a doctors appointment to get out of the last 1/3(seething anger again after having calmed down)

3 Pm When a Prat ruins something you were excited about, Passive aggressive sod that he is. I suspect some Freudian Flaws (Low

4 Pm Home to find my mum actually interested in what i have to say for a change (High)

5 Pm Reading about insolent peoples failures at goals they have set numerous times... Seething anger yet again

At times i just feel like the sinatra song, Thats Life, Enjoy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qh_TKJTPsQ

Kids today!

A Merry Wednesday to you!

Tonight keen reader you find me with tingling finger tips, no and this is not the product of some medical oddity no no, it is instead, one of the rawest human emotions, Anger!! those who know me will know that i am a very easy person to annoy and when i get the tiniest bit of anger i can fire off given the right circumstances i can fire off on to a giant tangent.

Tonight's cause of anger is people, yes those wonderful things, i am a friend, lets call him MR X and this MR X is presenting himself in such away as to make people think he deeply adores a certain type of music, I love my music, when merely chatting about the music he has not a single idea about which we are talking, he believed me when i said that my favourite song by Led Zeppelin was Red Red wine, which anyone with a working set of ears, and has lived between now and the 80's knows that song was sung by UB40, So i decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and played UB40's version, then the little prick went on to suggest that The lead singer (who he named as Jim Morrison, YES Jim Morrison, Of the Doors) was great because it is rare that a white guy could never make such good reggae.

MY GOD. Yes. hard for anyone with a slight knowledge of music and some brains to comprehend.

On a brighter note, Quote of the day for you We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love. - Sigmund Freud