Decided to spend a few days at my parents’ house. Getting some much needed rest and relaxation. Haven’t gotten in the conversations as much as I would like mainly because I have been sleeping so much. Even after two days of unwinding, I can tell things are starting to improve. I’m glad that I don’t have the temper I did even five years ago with this mental illness. Maybe some people do mellow and relax with age. I believe I have.
This trip to my parents’ place made me realize how much I miss travelling and visiting people. I haven’t travelled as much as I used to primarily because of chronic back pain. But since I’ve lost some weight and just forced myself to get more active, I think I’m somewhat more mobile now than I was over the winter. I still have to take it easier than I would like, but even that is starting to go away.
I have been so used to eating alone over the last several years I almost forgot what dinner conversation could be like. Have had a few of those with my parents since I came to their house. I forgot how much even a few minutes of face to face interaction could make me feel better. I am convinced it was and is the paranoia aspect of my illness that doesn’t allow me to interact with others as much as I should. I know I would be better grounded mentally and physically if I spent more time interacting with other people in person.
Getting some other things taken care of I had been neglecting for too long. I have put things off when I was alone because I didn’t have either the motivation to get things done or the help to get things done. One thing I still have to force myself to do is ask for help. I have always had hard times asking for help, as if it made me feel inadequate and weak. But I suppose as I age I’ll have to just ask for help more often.
It’s been a relaxing couple days out of the routine. I imagine I’ll spend another couple days here at least before I try to go back and face my usual routine again. But even the strongest people need to rest and relax once in awhile.
Haven’t written much because I really haven’t been up to it the last few days. Between seeing the family, my having major maintenance being done on my apartment, dealing with the hot weather, and now entering my traditionally tough time of year, I haven’t been motivated to do much of anything. I’m burned out already and summer has barely started. I’ve been having maintenance come and go out of my apartment for the last few weeks. And to tell you the truth, it’s thrown a monkey wrench in my routines. I’ll be so, so glad once everything is taken care of and I don’t have maintenance and management dropping in on my place at a moment’s notice. I have to be out of my apartment all day Monday. Still have no idea what I’m doing for the whole day. I really don’t want to go to my parents’ place. I don’t want to hang out in the part as it’s supposed to be yet another hot day. I really don’t have any close friends in my complex that I could just spend the day at. All my old friends in my hometown have moved out of state a long time ago. I really have no clue as to what I’m doing all day out of my apartment.
Since I’ve developed a fear of leaving my apartment, this is probably going to be tougher than it would normally be. I’m burned out. I’m tired of always having to jump to other’s schedules at a second’s notice. That’s why I don’t go anywhere for any length of time anymore. If I do I’ll miss some request from family, friends, management, maintenance, etc and then I’m in trouble with said people. I’m paranoid enough as is. I just want to be left alone.
Of course no one wants to hear my problems. My parents were busy with their grandkids the last entire week. I had to fake like I was in a good mood for my birthday bash. My friends won’t return my calls or messages on facebook. I don’t know what is wrong with everyone all at once. And I’m tired of trying to figure people out. After months of dealing with nonsense from pretty much everyone in my life, I’m about to crack. Too bad I couldn’t just break down and sob to express my real emotions. I think I’ve cried only twice in the last twenty years. I didn’t cry at any of the funerals I’ve ever been to. But, then, it’s not manly to have emotions besides anger and lust.
In short, I just want to be left alone for a very long time. I’m tired of dealing with stupid and rude people I can’t please. I don’t need therapy. I don’t need company. I don’t need a medication adjustment. I just need people to leave me alone if they are going to be stupid and rude.
I have my birthday coming up in a few days. My birthday doesn’t mean as much to me anymore as it did when I was in my youth and early adulthood. I’ve made my peace with the fact that I’m not going to get younger or stronger as I age. I accept that things on my body are going to start wearing out. I’ve even accepted that I may become forgetful and not have as rapid mental recall as I did in my younger years. But this mental illness has become easier to manage than it was even five years ago. Even my current problems aren’t overbearing like they were years ago. Now they are irritable occurences that I just deal with until they pass by. I really think my mental illness is easier to deal with now in my late 30s than it was when I was in the prime of my health.
I don’t worry about getting older. I actually welcome it. I’m not really that nostalgic about the past and I really don’t have that many regrets about my past. I avoided all the major mistakes and learned from the minor ones. I’m not tied down as much as many people I know. I know people from my classes in high school and college who have gone through divorces, stuck in dead end jobs, paying off massive debts, in unhappy marriages, have addiction problems, and generally not having a very good time in their thirties. My only true problem is I can stand to lose about 100 pounds. I’ve already lost at least 25 pounds since New Year’s. All I really did was give up fast food, give up most sugar, give up most bread, and drink only water and coffee. Even my chronic back pain is gone. I do occasionally allow myself thin crust pizza, but I go heavy on vegetable toppings when I do.
As cool as my college years were, in spite of the schizophrenia, in some ways my late 30s are even more amazing. I stay in contact with my college friends via facebook and instagram. I have all the music I spent a small fortune on in my teens and twenties for free on youtube and spotify. And I even listen to some of the newer material that comes out too, not just what I grew up with. When I was a teenager I promised myself that regardless of how my life or career turned out, I would never allow myself to become a bitter old man. That’s why I don’t complain about the “lousy kids” or pine for the “good old days.” I do have a few regrets, but the big one (not having much of a relationship with my brother), even that can be reversed once he and I start to put the effort into it. We may not talk much, but that isn’t because we hate each other. We just have totally different lives and day to day experiences.
I may not have dated many women, but I did have some roller coaster ride romances I don’t regret. I asked out all the women I had crushes on in my life, got turned down by most of them, but I’m not wondering ‘what if’ about the one I let get away. Just because I asked was a victory in some regards. I’m glad for the dates I had, even the really lousy ones. I don’t regret being stood up by women, or being rejected, or watching one woman I liked date one of my close friends. And I don’t regret being unmarried at this point in my life. I definately don’t regret not paying alimony or child support. If, at some point down the road, I do meet my forever instead of my usual until whenever types, I’ll consider it an added bonus. But I am not worried about being an old man and alone. By the time I get to be an old man, I may have a robotic assistant that does everything that a professional care giver would anyway. I’ve lived 38 years at this point and experienced some cool things. I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
Been kind of a quiet last few days. That’s why I haven’t written much; just no real news to report. I still sleep most mornings after being awake most nights. Last night was the first time in months I was asleep before midnight. It was strange to be waking up at sunrise instead of going to bed then. Even though my schedules are all backward compared to the rest of the world, I’m still feeling quite stable. I’m sure my friends and family are concerned about my backwards bio clock, but I have more or less been quite stable for months because of it. Even though my social life has taken a beating because of my schedule, I really don’t want to change it up too much because it has worked for so long.
I usually spend my overnight hours attending YouTube university and messing with computer games. I like playing strategy games as opposed to shooters or action games. I guess I like brain building activities even in leisure time. As far as youtube goes, the topics I watch on change every so often. For awhile I was researching near future tech we could be seeing in the next few years. Then I researched early civilizations like Sumeria. Now I’m currently interested in the old Chinese Silk Road. Unfortunately, I didn’t study that part of the world’s history much during my formal education. But then there is only so much time in school that most things I had to learn on my own out of necessity and my own curiousity. But just because I’m on disability doesn’t mean I have gotten lazy. Too many people have the idea that all disabled people spend their social security money on booze and drugs. For most of us, this simply isn’t true. Sure some people do stupid things with their money, but so do many people regardless their working status.
I usually spend my evenings alone and working on my computers and building my brains. But I enjoy learning. It is actually fun for me. I feel sad that intelligence is no longer valued among most people I know. But that is just the way things are. One good thing about the internet is that it is easier to find like minded people than in ages past. Most of my friends I interact with online. Many I haven’t met in real life and probably never will. But that’s going to be the new normal.
Been more stable than usual for the last couple weeks. Besides the fact I usually stay up all night, go to bed at sunrise, sleep until early afternoon, and then wake up for good, I don’t have much unusual going on right now. Perhaps one of the reasons I have stabilized lately is that I have a routine that works for me. I usually don’t alter it unless necessary. I had to be up early a few days ago so maintenance could do some work in my place. Spent a few hours out of my place and socializing with fellow tenants like old times. Even though I haven’t socialized much over the last several months, I picked up like I never left off. I was lucky in that I ran into a few of the more interesting tenants and we were able to do more than talk about the weather or complain about other people. Mundane chit chat really drains me real fast. That’s why I don’t do well at large social gatherings or Christmas parties.
Been reestablishing a couple of the friendships I had lost contact with over the last few years. There are more I’d like to get back going. One of my best friends from childhood I’d love to get back in contact with but I haven’t seen him in almost twelve years. It’s a sad deal because we were almost like family to each other in junior high and high school. Very interesting man. But we just lost contact over the years. I lost contact with most of my old high school friends besides one or two of them. In 2019, my twenty year reunion is coming. I’m probably not going as most of the friends I had as a teenager aren’t the type that go to reunions. And part of me is afraid to go back after fighting mental illness for my entire adult life and falling apart the way that I have. One of the reasons I’m not very nostalgic about my youth, or the past in general, is that high school, at least for me, was the toughest four years of my life. I can’t imagine how tough they would have been had I not had the interesting and stimulating friends that I did.
I had some great times in college. It was far more fun and stimulating than I experienced anywhere before or since. It was one of those experiences that, as much as I enjoyed it, I didn’t realize how rare it would be compared to the rest of my life. I think I’m starting to understand why most people don’t like their jobs and think adulthood sucks. I might be in the same camp had I not had a mental illness destroy any shot I ever had at a decent career. I never could adapt to office politics or the thought that mediocrity in the workplace and life in general was acceptable. I certainly couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea that being good at a job meant that I was a threat to my coworkers and bosses. Workplaces really are like living Dilbert cartoons. I don’t know what it’s like in other nations, but Dilbert and The Peter Principle aptly describe my experiences in the American workplace.
Even though I’m fighting a mental illness and don’t have much money, I’m pretty happy overall for the most part. Not having a career made me realize that we really don’t need a lot of money if just having a happy existence is your main goal. For years I have heard people say things like “you never hear a dying man say he wishes he worked more or had more possessions”. And then these same people would work themselves into poor health, excessive stress, and destroy their personal relationships and families pursuing possessions and excessive working. I think this is stupid. Learn from the mistakes of the dying generations already. Stop parroting their thoughts and then doing the exact opposite. I guess I had to lose a career and my prestige to find my sanity and peace.