Been an uneventful week so far. Too cold to really go outside for long. So I’ve been staying home and catching up on reading. I’m now a third of the way through ‘Wealth of Nations’ and halfway through ‘The Prince.’ I’ve also watched some educational videos on youtube the last few days.
I’ve found myself being a little more easily irritable for a couple days. So I cut back on caffeine and forced myself to nap a little more during the day. It’s beginning to work. Talked to my parents for over an hour last night. Watched some football on Sunday. As far as the Super Bowl goes, I guess it really doesn’t matter to me who wins. I just want to see an exciting game. And I talk with friends on facebook a little every day. I sometimes forget it wasn’t always this easy to keep in touch with friends and family. I don’t participate much in my groups these days as I mostly use facebook to talk to old friends and extended family. I don’t watch news anymore. I guess I don’t know many people under age 50 who do watch news on a regular basis anymore.
As far as tv watching goes, I watch mostly youtube anymore. I did watch a couple superhero movies on my amazon account over the last several days. I saw the first Iron Man and Man of Steel over the last few weeks. Saw Black Panther a couple months ago. Saw Avatar a few weeks ago.
Haven’t talked to my neighbors for a few days. I am probably going to call them this afternoon and see how they are doing. One of my neighbors had surgery a month ago and has been more or less house bound since. His wife occasionally makes dinner for me, usually a couple times a week. Haven’t been outside the complex for awhile. Just too cold to be out. Even though I live within walking distance of a couple restaurants, I don’t eat much fast food anymore. I haven’t even eaten at McDonald’s in over a year.
I still lift weights three to four times a week. As I get stronger, I add new exercises and more reps. While I may not be losing weight, I know I am getting stronger. I still get winded sometimes but I recover much faster now than a year ago. I may not leave my apartment every day, but I do make a point of getting up and walking around at least once an hour. About the only time I have aches and pains anymore is when I wake up or have eaten too much sugar and caffeine.
I guess I’ve fully entered my winter routines. I don’t mind the cold weather, especially since I no longer have to drive in ice and snow anymore. And sleeping under fleece blankets feels so good.
Today is the first major snow storm of the season in my town. I’m enjoying staying at home, listening to the wind howl, and watching the snow fall. I’m glad I’m not traveling in this mess. It’s a good night to just stay home and stay bunkered down.
Even though I still spend most of my time at home, I get more visitors. My neighbors visit usually once a day. They were over here all afternoon on Sunday. After a few weeks of having more regular company, I’m less paranoid about people in general. I still spend most of my time at home, but it’s not as a defense mechanism. I usually stay home because I want to. And I have plenty of books to read and things to keep me occupied in my apartment. I am enjoying the longer nights. I usually go to bed about 9 or 10 pm and wake about 4 am anymore. I sometimes nap in the afternoons too.
I don’t have much planned for Thanksgiving. I’m spending it with my neighbors. My parents are coming to my place a few days later. I haven’t decided what I’m doing for Christmas. I guess I really don’t want to go anywhere, but I’m up for hosting a few family members. I just don’t like to travel much anymore. I imagine much of this is due to the illness. I am glad I got to travel in my younger years.
My illness has changed over the last few years. Some things really upset me now that didn’t used to. I am more prone to want to be left alone. I am less tolerant of being treated poorly by others. I have zero patience for gossip and drama. But I am more likely to seek help before things become crisis. I’m more honest with myself and others. I’m more accepting of my quirks and hangups. And I no longer feel I have to hide my mental illness. And I feel more hopeful overall. While I’m not delusional enough to believe I will get cured, I have learned how to adapt to the illness and plan accordingly. I guess I don’t know how I would adapt to life without a mental illness.
I don’t know what I would do if I ever was cured. It would probably mean I’d have to get off social security disability and find work again. Because of the illness, my work skills have deteriorated to almost nothing. Few jobs are available anymore that don’t require college degrees or moving to an urban area. I don’t want to go into debt to get a degree that will probably be obsolete before I pay it off. I certainly don’t want to get married at this point. I’m almost 40 years old. I don’t want kids at this point. I didn’t have kids or get married because I feared I would be a lousy father and husband. I just knew myself too well. I don’t really care about become rich. I certainly don’t want to become famous. I’ve seen too many high achievers get built up only to get torn down later. I always thought that it was stupid how we praise high achievers only to condemn them later for making mistakes and being human. I don’t want to be famous, at least not in my lifetime. Right now I’m content to be an independent scholar, write my blogs, write my journals, and have a few close friends and some family. I really don’t want much more than that.
Sometimes I don’t even really mind living in a large apartment complex, especially as long as I can stay out of sight and out of the way of drama. I don’t want to hear gossip anymore. I don’t care about who did or said what to whom anymore. The easiest way to make me happy is to not harass me and even just leave me alone unless you have good news. I’m happy to see my neighbors because they are almost always in good moods. I’m happy to see my cleaning lady every week because she doesn’t mind the conversation while she works. And I’m usually happy to chat with my friends and family, at least as long as they aren’t knit picking me.
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