Just read that much of Europe is going back on lock down as the pandemic picks up again. I am still avoiding people for the most part. Most people I know aren’t taking this at all serious. I fear they never will even when they themselves get sick. So sad. And with an extremely hostile election coming in only a couple days, I fear the problems are going to get a lot worse. I hate what people have become. And it was completely unnecessary. I am told that socializing can help with mental illness. But most people I know, even people in my family and friends circles, have become toxic. No reason to socialize with people who will make me feel even worse. I’m sick of politics, even of people I agree with. I’m sick of science denial. You want to fear change, fine. Go to the mountains and live off the grid. Don’t take the rest of us with you. Stop trying to remake the world in your image. I’m sick of seeing rude and anti social people prosper for being rude and anti social. I’m pretty much ready to go on voluntary isolation until this all clears.
I’m enjoying the cooler weather. I spend most of my time either under the blankets in my bed or with a blanket over my legs while I sit in my recliner. I think I’ve gotten more sensitive to cold over the last few years. Cold didn’t bother me at all until my mid 30s. I am glad that cool weather is here. I usually do my best writing and reading in the fall and winter.
I’m currently between major reading projects right now. Been reading some old poetry books, writers like Emily Dickenson, Edgar Allan Poe, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. Starting to read science articles again. Spent much of my summer reading geopolitics and history articles and blogs. Been reading more wikipedia lately.
I’ve been lazier about writing the last few weeks. I guess even I thought my blog entries were getting stale and uninspired. I’m now seven months into my self imposed quarantine. It goes get to me sometimes. Many people I know still won’t wear face masks in public even with cases of covid on the increase in my town.
Many people I personally know are struggling. Two of my friends in Omaha had to apply for rent assistance and regularly use food pantries. A friend of mine in Denver is worried that layoffs at her job may be coming as her company is losing business. I don’t leave my apartment much except to visit my neighbors and pick up the mail. I pass most of my days with lots of reading and phone calls. I call my parents every couple days to check in on them. I talk to my friend in South Dakota every weekend. I don’t watch much live tv outside of football on Saturday afternoons. I do watch a lot of science lectures, philosophy lectures, interviews, podcasts, and audiobooks on youtube. I don’t use facebook much except to keep in contact with close friends and a few cousins.
Weather is supposed to get real cold this weekend. My friend in South Dakota said they have had a few snows already. My friend in Denver specifically owns an all wheel drive car for their winter snows. I am restocked on supplies and should be able to stay home for awhile if needed. My cleaning lady arrives on Thursday afternoons. She does good work and is good conversation.
If there is one thing I don’t like about being an adult is that it isn’t as easy to have good conversations as it was when I was in college and just starting out in my adult life. Most people I know are busy with family and careers. Most are stressed about money issues, relationship problems, problems at work, etc. that I really can’t relate to. I don’t know if I’m stuck in a perpetual early adulthood or if I just skipped most of my career and right into retirement. I have given up on making new friends via social media. Just to divided and nasty anymore. It didn’t start out that way. It’s sad to see what it has become.
In other news, cement work is being done around the complex, namely in the parking lot. Doesn’t effect me much as I no longer have a car. But at least maintenance is still getting done during a recession and pandemic.
Overall I’m feeling pretty decent. I usually make a point of leaving my apartment at least once a day or host guests. Whenever I have delivery people come, I usually meet them on the ground floor lobby instead of wait in my apartment. Been doing this for a week. It gets me out of the apartment and forces me to socialize more.
Started reading more again. Had been lazy about that for almost two weeks. I usually go to bed around 9pm and wake in the middle of the night. I stay up for usually two to three hours and then go back to sleep, usually until 7am.
I have been fighting a minor cold for a few days. Just taking vitamin C pills and drinking hot fluids until this clears. Second cold I’ve had this winter as I had one around New Year’s.
Spring is a few weeks away. This winter hasn’t seemed as long as some previous winters. I’m looking forward to warmer weather again and not having to sit under a blanket most of the time.
Mentally I feel pretty decent for the most part. I sometimes have moments of anxiousness and irritability. Fortunately I can break out of it usually after a few minutes. I’m glad I haven’t had problems in front of neighbors or family lately. Sometimes breathing exercises and just disconnecting for several minutes is enough to let it pass by.
I still talk to my parents two to three times per week. I call my brother two to three times a month. He’s usually pretty busy with work and taking kids to sports practices or school activities. My oldest nephew is a freshman in high school.
Talk to my friends more often. I have a couple I try to reach out to at least once a day on facebook. I don’t do much with my groups other than just read posted articles. I just no longer have the energy or desire to engage in long discussions online except with friends and family. I see my neighbors a few times a week. They were kind enough to make dinner for me earlier in the week.
Don’t have much planned for the weekend. Probably just go outdoors for awhile if the weather isn’t too bad. Might sleep in too.
Doing much better the last several days than normal. Getting quite regular sleep, my aches and pains aren’t nearly as intense, I’m getting more mobile, at least within my own apartment, I don’t have as many issues with anxiety or paranoia, and I’m not even bothered by guests to my apartment. It’s amazing how much of a difference a couple months can make.
I try to talk to family and friends at least once a day. Even if I don’t leave my apartment every day I still attempt to socialize. I still hear from my neighbors once a day on average. After spending an entire day out of my apartment last week, I was able to touch basis with several of my friends here in the complex. One friend I talked to for almost two hours.
I’m reading more too. I’m now a third of the way through Wealth of Nations. It will probably be one of those all winter projects. I try to read at least one hour a day.
I don’t participate on social media much outside of close friends and family. I am inactive on my groups. I usually just read posted articles and don’t comment. I no longer have the time, patience, or energy for online discussions and disagreements.
I still watch movies every so often. Been catching up on some of the newer movies I didn’t see in the theatre. In fact, I haven’t been to the theatre in over five years. I haven’t even been inside a fast food restaurant in almost two years. The only time when I eat fast food is if one of my guests brings in food. Fast food doesn’t agree with me much anymore. I prefer my own cooking or my neighbors’ cooking. At this point, I would rather host guests and make a home cooked meal as opposed to going to a restaurant. Besides, far more places deliver than even five years ago.
I haven’t driven a car in a few months. I sold mine back in the fall to a friend of my dad’s. My car wasn’t doing any good with me not driving anymore. I just got to where I was too scared to go on the road. I actually got a panic attack one day while driving. I’m glad my old car went to a good home.
Don’t have much planned for the next few days. Probably will watch the Super Bowl. I have several friends who are Chiefs fans and a few family members who are 49ers fans. I guess it makes no difference to me who wins. I would just like to see an exciting game. Even when I did watch lots of pro football, I watched the Super Bowl more for the game than the commercials or half time shows. I used to go to Super Bowl parties when a few of my friends hosted them in their apartments. Those were fun times.
It’s been quite amazing in that I haven’t had any bad flare ups for over a week now. Even the few I had were quick hitters that were over within a minute or two. Right now I’m doing quite well, far better than my usual for the last year or two. I think it definitely helps that I am in more contact with my neighbors, family, and friends. Going to the doctor for my annual checkup in December let me know where I stand and what I’m doing right and what needs adjusting. I’m currently on a winning streak. I hope I can keep this going for awhile. It feels like things are going back into some kind of normal and more relaxed.
I’m now in winter mode. Been reading a couple hours a day most days. Still lifting weights three times a week. Ever since I got my new bed I’ve been getting better quality sleep. I don’t wake up with as many aches and pains. When I do take pain pills, it is usually only once a day. I am starting to eat less, I usually cook once a day, have a large lunch, and then have some left overs for dinner. Mentally I am more stable. Haven’t had any true problems since right before Christmas. Been more social this last week too. Talked with friends over facebook every day for the last seven days. I feel like I have gotten some much neglected socializing.
We didn’t get much snow with this last cold snap. But it did feel good to curl up under my fleece blanket and read some on my e-reader. I’m currently working on a couple classics I read in my early twenties. Currently working on Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith and The Republic by Plato. Haven’t been doing the audiobooks for several days.
For awhile I was worried about the fact I haven’t been as diligent about reading books for the last two years. I still read a great deal, even if it was online articles, short stories, and audiobooks. But for the last several days I’ve been reading like I never left off. I’m still adapting to reading on an e-reader I guess. It still doesn’t feel the same as reading a traditional book, especially an older book with the old library aroma. I enjoy that smell, it reminds me of the old library in my childhood hometown that was my second home as a child. While I haven’t been to a traditional library for a few years, I still love to read. I’m now working on my e-reader. I downloaded a few hundred free classics through the Apple online store. I would have spent years and a small fortune tracking these books down in the years before the internet. Sure there are many I’ll probably never get to read, but it still feels good to have them. Thanks to my e-reader I have read some books I probably never would have. It’s amazing what a person can find anymore.
Been on my new meds for over a week now. I think I notice a difference already. I don’t need as much sleep and I wake up with almost no aches and pains. Even the aches in my knee are far more manageable now. For a few weeks I would wake up in pain, especially in my knee. It usually went away after a hot bath and a couple Tylenol pills. But it seems like my mornings are starting faster now. I still lift weights every other day. I still don’t leave my apartment much. But I usually leave my door unlocked when I’m awake. My neighbors drop by a few times a week, usually to chat or drop off some food they made. Yesterday they were here for a couple hours and brought pork chops and potatoes. I provided the meat and they made dinner. I’ll have to go grocery shopping again in a few days.
With today being a Thursday, my cleaner is scheduled to arrive today. She’s usually here over the noon hour. I buy her supplies and she gives the place a scrub down and vacuum once a week. She has been here since last Christmas. I notice a night and day difference in the way the place not only looks, but feels. Since she started cleaning my house, I have put up more decorations like paintings, historical flags, and throw rugs. A good throw rug not only brings more life to a bachelor pad, it feels so good on bare feet on cold mornings. I am no longer paranoid about having guests in my apartment. At this point, I prefer hosting guests as opposed to going to other people’s places. When I was in high school and college, I preferred going to other people’s rooms and houses. Kind of odd how one can change over the years.
Even though I don’t get out for long, I still keep in contact with my friends and family. I have a few friends I talk to almost daily via facebook. I chat with my family a couple times a week on the phone. I am slowly reestablishing sidetracked friendships on facebook. Over the last few years, I had cut my friends list down significantly because of, well, dumb reasons. Some of these friends were worth letting go, but many are worth reestablishing contact with.
Going off subject for this post. I decided to bring more of my online confessions. Yes, there is a real live middle age man behind the scribblings and musings of A Life of Mental Illness. So here goes:
- I’ve had the same best friend since high school. And my best friend is a woman my age. I didn’t understand the whole ‘males and females’ can’t be friends trope back then. I still don’t. Just because I am a man and she is a woman doesn’t mean we have been or ever will be romantically involved.
- I never understood why just because I am a man that I’m supposed to want sex all the time. I never have, not even as a teenager. And I used to get such a hard time from my school mates because of it. I got it worse from my female classmates than I did even from my teammates on the football team.
- I never enjoyed dating. And it wasn’t just because I was most of the time turned down even for something as simple as a cup of coffee at the college student center. The few times I did date, I always felt like I was under investigation for the pettiest offenses and slip ups. It was nerve wracking and not worth it. Angered me that I couldn’t just be honest with women I found attractive.
- I don’t understand adults who forget what it was like being kids. Even though I’m almost 40 years old and starting to get a few gray hairs in my beard, I still remember vividly what is was like growing up. I don’t romanticize those days nor do I completely condemn them. I had some good times and I went through some serious trials I never want to go through again.
- I don’t understand adults who hurt children. I think it’s cowardly that some adult would do anything to a kid they wouldn’t dare dream of doing to an adult. I have less respect for adults who abuse children than I do just about anything else.
- I don’t understand the mindset of bullies, especially adult bullies. I can’t understand how messed up a person’s moral compass has to be in order to feel like they are powerful for messing with people who can’t fight back. It doesn’t show power in my mind to yell at, berate, manipulate, and abuse people. It shows a complete lack of character and courage as far as I’m concerned.
- I don’t understand people who think that yelling, insulting, threatening, and throwing temper tantrums are the signs of a good leader. They aren’t. The only reason people, myself included, put up with this kind of nonsense is that we have no choice. At least not temporarily. All the while I am agreeable to someone who is a verbally abusive boss or leader, I am silently bidding my time until I have an opportunity to where I no longer have to deal with them. I have quit several jobs just because I got tired of dealing with abusive bosses. And I refuse to go back to any job if I get the sense that a work place tolerates abusive bosses. Thanks to my disability and my pension, I can say ‘screw you’ to bad bosses. I am convinced if enough people could get several months worth of living expenses saved up and just start walking out on abusive and toxic workplaces in large numbers, we’d see these employers attitudes improve pretty fast.
- I never accepted why workplace politics are what they are. Never have and I never will.
- Sometimes I am convinced that the adults act worse than the kids. But it didn’t seem this way when I was growing up. Maybe it’s something that goes in generational cycles.
- I don’t understand how weekly news and sports magazines are still a thing even after almost thirty years of the world wide web.
- I don’t understand why people still write checks. I still have to write checks for my rent. Irritates me to no end. What century is this anyway?
- I don’t understand people who go on and on about the ‘good old days.’ When exactly were these good old days? And if I make it to age seventy I’m sure I’ll hear some fools talking about the 2010s as ‘good old days.’ The good old days never existed. They were just when you still had good health and weren’t held back by constant aches and pains.
- I’m glad I was never popular or cool. I don’t want to be popular. I just want to make people think.
- I don’t begrudge twenty somethings who still live with their parents. Multi generational housing was more normal in previous eras than now. Sometimes I would love to live with my elderly parents or my brother or my aunts. At least we could look after each other easily. And I wouldn’t have to deal with some of the screw balls and loose nuts who come with living in an apartment complex.
- At this point in my life, I’m tired of living in an apartment complex. I would so buy my own house and not deal with land lords and close by neighbors if I could afford it. I just want some privacy and not have people looking over my shoulders all the time anymore. Dormitory living was more fun at age 19 than at age 39.
- I often fear that I don’t get through to people.
- I often fear my friends and family secretly don’t like me. I hope it’s the illness talking.
- I sometimes go days at a time without leaving my apartment. I’m just burned out on the stress of dealing with irritable, angry, and rude people all the time. Socializing with most people is toxic for me anymore. At this point I’d rather deal with a machine than most people. At least machines won’t give me a hard time or tell me how bad of a person I am. People sometimes suck.
- I love to sleep. I’d sleep even more if I didn’t wake up with aches and pains every morning.
Haven’t been in the mood for socializing much lately. It’s not because I’m feeling lousy and irritable. Far from it. I avoid socializing for the most part lately because almost everyone else I associate with is in lousy moods. I have run out of patience with people coming to me with their problems and not caring about mine. What makes things even worse is that no one I talk to complains about things they can immediately remedy. I’m tired of listening to my friends and family complain about this, that, and the third. You have problems, well good. That means that you are still alive. Everyone has problems, even I do. Surprised?
I haven’t even left my apartment for several days because I am tired of seeing and hearing so many people be in foul moods. I have been told that socializing is important to good mental health. Is it really when most other people are being negative and toxic? I finally had enough and shut off my phone this afternoon. Don’t come to me and expect me to listen to your gripes and not even have the courtesy to care about mine. I live below poverty levels. I am overweight. I have chronic back problems. My mental illness sometimes flares up but I don’t dare take it out on anyone.
I am lonely. I have almost no one to talk about things I want to talk about, outside of my own parents. It seems like most of my friends are in foul moods all the time anymore. And my neighbors are just as bad. I have to admit dealing with so many angry people is taking a toll on my psyche. About the only things I enjoy anymore are watching youtube videos and playing computer games. Most people will tell me this is a horrible way to live my life. It probably is, but dealing with angry and irritable people for most of my social interactions sounds even worse. And my friends and family wonder why I dropped out of society. I just don’t want to deal with other people’s toxic attitudes and behavior. I sometimes sleep just to feel better and not deal with other peoples’ madness. I probably sleep ten to twelve hours a day anymore. I have reached my breaking point.
Socializing is no longer enjoyable. Being by myself is far more enjoyable anymore. I have given up on telling people good news and sharing my enthusiasm for tech and science advances. Most my friends and family either think I am “fake news” or I am met with complete indifference. I would actually rather be told I am a liar than be met with indifference. I’m burned out on negative friends and family. I talk to only two or three people on facebook on a regular basis these days because of all the anger and hopelessness. I don’t know if it’s me or if all my friends and family went bad all at once.
Naturally no one sees these things the way I do. And if they do, they won’t bother to do anything to improve their situations. As it is, for now, I’m just staying out of sight and out of mind. I refuse to socialize with negative people. I lost much of my youth because I was raised to be a negative pessimist who was never pleased. I’ll be damned to spend my adulthood that way.
Been a decent last few days overall. Spent this afternoon cleaning some in my apartment. I may have a cleaner come in once a week, but I do feel guilty if I don’t bare minimums on my own even with my limited mobility. Haven’t needed as much sleep lately either. Been usually going to bed around midnight, sleep three hours or four hours, stay awake until sunrise and then sleep again until ten a.m. Haven’t been reading or writing as much as I would like this summer. At least I have reestablished more regular contact with friends and family. I felt guilty for not going to my family reunion last month. But I wasn’t feeling the greatest and I didn’t want to have problems around people and scare them. Sure my family would be more understanding than most families, but I don’t feel right taking out my issues on others.
Haven’t had any real bad meltdowns in months. I have had a few close calls. Fortunately, I have managed to not take them out on others. I have had to avoid contact with people some days just so not to cause problems. Even after twenty years with a mental illness, I am still afraid to have a meltdown in public. I fear most people who don’t know me would not understand. And many people are already more stressed than normal these days.
Found that listening to music helps sooth me. So I’ve been listening to more music this summer. I used to listen to music almost every day. Even though heavy metal and blues were my favorite styles, I really didn’t have a style I didn’t like. Youtube and Spotify are gold mines of good music, and my Spotify costs like 12 dollars a month for the service without advertisements. It is not uncommon for me to have music on while I play Civilization or the Total War series.
Haven’t watched as much baseball this summer. The Rockies are slightly below .500, so they won’t likely make the playoffs. Haven’t watched much for sports since the U.S. women took the World Cup. I got to see most of those games. I have been watching old football highlights on youtube, mostly Nebraska from the 80s and 90s, to get ready for football season. First college games are in only a few weeks. Summer is definitely drawing down.
I guess I have been taking it easier than normal this summer. I still lift weights three times a week and do the exercise bike a few times a week too. I try to socialize some every day, even if it is just online or over the phone. Social media isn’t as stressful for me as it was a few years ago now that I have figured out how to better use it. I have lots of friends on my lists, but only a handful I actively follow on a day to day basis. I spend a lot of time with small tech enthusiast groups. I try to avoid the larger groups as they can sometimes become kind of irritable with each other on controversial topics. I don’t post as much as I previously did, sometimes I’m more content to read linked articles and discussion threads. I try not to get involved in heated or pointless discussions. I make efforts not to feed trolls and troublemakers.
I believe that, overall, social media is a good thing. I also believe in free speech. And when free speech and social media gets combined, it allows me to find out what people are really like quickly. Sometimes it is good, sometimes it is not. But if privacy and deception aren’t dead, they are certainly on life support. Social media makes it easy for someone like myself who wants to have friends and be involved but doesn’t have great social skills. I am a bit socially awkward in person, so that is probably why I didn’t make a lot of friends until I went to college and met people even more awkward and quirky than myself. I don’t hide the fact I am eccentric and odd. As a grown man, I don’t feel the need to try to please people I’m probably not going to please to begin with. It’s too bad I couldn’t tell this to my teenage self. But it comes only with experience.
Staying home for the most part these days. I have developed a phobia of people and being out in public. A few weeks ago I was going to run some errands in my car. Unfortunately I had a panic attack in my car before I left the parking lot of my apartment. I haven’t driven since. I go out to run my car once a week but I am too scared to drive anymore. I am also scared of people in general too.
I think this phobia developed over the last several months because almost everyone I was dealing with was in irritable and foul moods all the time. And any time I tried to tell some good news or try to cheer anyone up, I am usually met with silence. Even my friends are almost always in foul moods anymore. I try to cheer them up, but it doesn’t work. About the only person I talk to anymore who isn’t always depressed or angry is my mother.
I don’t associate with my neighbors anymore. They are always angry, irritable, and petty. My landlord wants to get some activities going to get people more involved and perhaps alleviate some of the anger and boredom. Good luck. I won’t be participating. I am burned out on people.
Trying to talk to friends doesn’t help. They too are always angry and depressed. Recently the most optimistic friend I had has turned into a bitter man. He always complains about how stupid his students are and how things were so much better in the past. And it irritates me. I guess I’m still hurt and angry by how much my elders griped and moaned about my classmates and myself when we were kids back in the 1980s and 1990s. And it angers and saddens me to see how much people in my age bracket are turning on their own kids. We were those “damn kids” back in the 1990s and we hated being painted with a broad brush and stereotypes back then. Yet here you are, now that you have kids of your own, a few gray hairs, debts up to your eyeballs, jobs you hate, etc. and you have the gall to pull the same b.s. on the younger generations that was pulled on us? Hypocrites! Why do people even have kids if all they are going to do is rip on them and hate them?
It because of people always wanting to gripe and fight that I have dropped out of society. I rarely talk to even my tech enthusiast groups. They have gotten to fighting among themselves too. I swear we have, at least my age bracket, forgotten the basic rules of civil behavior that should have become automatic in kindergarten. And the elders I deal with are often worse. I hate what has happen to people. I hope they grow out of it.
I guess it’s a good thing I had to learn how to be on my own even as a child. I learned even before I got out of grade school that no one was going to care about my problems or me for that matter. No one shed any tears when I got bullied at school. No one cared I was regarded as an underachiever because I never got straight A’s in school. It doesn’t matter that no employer or even college asked to see my high school grades. And no one cared when I lost any shot at a career, marriage, or normal life because of schizophrenia.
Not even the doctor who diagnosed me told me how bad this could be. When I was first diagnosed at age twenty I wasn’t even told it was a disability. I spent six years banging my head against the wall fighting through school and numerous failed jobs before admitting defeat. And even then it took two years to qualify for disability. As many cuts to the system and roadblocks as there are anymore, I don’t think I could qualify now in 2019. I lost a significant amount of social security money because, had I applied before my 22nd birthday, I could have been counted under my parents’ earnings and not my own. And my dad was a dentist and my mom was a nurse, so I would have been making much more than I am now. In this case, it didn’t pay to try to do the moral and honorable thing. I should have quit college and applied for disability as soon as I was diagnosed. It would have saved me years of heartache and struggle. If it weren’t for the friends I made in college, it would have been a waste (at least in my case). But since I didn’t have many friends growing up in the village that I did, maybe college kept me from becoming a complete misanthrope.
It hurts seeing so many people angry and irritable and depressed all the time. It has taken a toll on both my mental and physical health. I don’t want to leave my apartment anymore, not even for doctors’ appointments. My psych doctor knows about my problems but doesn’t want to do teleconferences for my appointments. I just don’t feel safe out of my apartment anymore. Anytime anyone comes to me to talk about anything it’s just to complain, with the exception of delivery guys and my cleaning lady. Kind of sad that the only enriching and encouraging conversation I get anymore is from people that I pay to do something for me. Maybe I should PayPal all my friends money once a week to make them be optimistic and encouraging. Because of people always being so irritable and negative, I skipped my class reunion and family reunion. I am just too burned out to deal with anyone’s problems but my own. I am burned out. I no longer want to deal with negativity. My own problems are bad enough. And I will continue to be a hermit until I get some positive vibes off my family and friends again. Until then, I’m dropping out of society.