Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!”
I recently spent the night in the watch house. The official charges where “obstruction and abuse of an officer” and “drunken disorderly”. What actually happened though, was way more messed up and it could have been a lot worse.
I had heard through the “friend vine” that one of my friends was in an abusive relationship. I reached out to her to hear it first hand. She came to my place for drinks and a chat and it turned out that it was true and her partner was just a giant asshole.
As the night and the drinks flowed on she must have received 30 missed calls and a handful of text messages from her partner. Apparently he had some money for her and she had to come get it NOW! She arranged for him to meet her at the train station but I wouldn’t let her go alone.
So we met him at the station. I kept my distance and let them talk. Then he grabbed her and started to push her.
I separated them and stood in the middle. I was already full of rage that he would put his hands on her in front of me but I was holding it together. Then he thought it might be a good idea to make threats against her 8 year old son.
I went blank. All I remember after that is her crying and telling me the cops where there. I looked up to see the police coming our way. I looked down to the guy, bloodied and crying under me.
The next thing I knew I was being put in the back of a police car and he was being put into an ambulance. I had blood all over me but I didn’t seem to be hurt other than a sore and swollen right hand.
So I spend a very uncomfortable night in a cell and ended up with a $330 fine that I couldn’t afford. But I thought if it got rid of this asshole and my friend and her kids where safe then it was worth it.
That all happened about 3 months ago. But it seems that it was just a very expensive lesson for me because she has now taken him back. She has let him back into her life, her home and the lives of her children.
What can you do when they wont help themselves.
Anachronism (noun): an error in chronology; a person or thing that’s chronologically out of place. Write a story in which a person or thing is out of place, or recount a time when you felt out of place.
I always feel out of place. I have always gotten along better with people older than myself as if I was born at the wrong time. But even in a room full of my elders I still feel out of place because while I can relate to and interact on the same level as them, I feel like an outsider because I was not born into their generation.
If you were to put me into a room full of my peers I would be the one standing in the corner checking my watch and preying for time to move faster so I could leave. It would be almost impossible for me to find anything in common with them and I would just be the odd one out.
My entire high school career is a perfect example of this. I was chronologically the same age as my class mates and we attended the same school, but that is as far as the similarity’s went. They would talk about current trends and I would just think how ridiculous they were. Where they thought wearing two tons of make-up to school was awesome, I found it to be an expensive waste of time. Why get all prettied up to go and educate yourself… its not going to make you any smarter and it just makes your morning routine take longer. They thought hanging out in the mall on a Friday night was a good night out… I much preferred drinks and movies at my (older) friends place.
I have never really fit in anywhere and I don’t suppose I ever will. I guess I am just wired differently.
It is what it says.
I have been drinking since 12 pm.
Boredom I think.
I start to feel a little better.
I start to drink a little faster.
Feeling like singing now.
Feeling like dancing now.
Only three hours has past.
only thirteen beers consumed.
A post I came across with an excellent message for anyone having a bad day with depression.
I have too many thoughts today. I have been trying for the last hour to get just one of them out at a time. Sadly I have had no luck. Everything I write seems to be a giant mess of thoughts and feelings but with nothing to tie them together other than my crazy.
Top of the list of rapidly random brain farts is the never ending list of things I have to do before my sons birthday on Sunday. My partner and I do not celebrate our own birthdays, just out of a lack of interest, but we try to go all out for our son cause you’re only a kid once.
Then there is the ever building pile of bills that, no matter how hard we try, we just can’t seem to get on top of.
I also have my partners family who are so bored in there own lives that they try to cause drama in ours. My partners mother told him the other day that he “never got a paternity test and doesn’t know for sure that the kid is his so he should just bail and enjoy life”. It’s been 12 years and they have been trying to tell him to leave us for that whole time. He knows the boy is his but it still gets under my skin an makes me super fucking angry.
Then there is always my favorite fear that I will have to be “the grown up”. My partner has just recently been switched to night shift. When ever I am the only adult in the house at night my anxiety is tripled. What if something goes wrong and I am the only one here to deal with it? What if I do something wrong and make things worse..? I am 33 years old, I should have a grasp on being a grown up by now but I am so afraid that bad shit is gonna go down that I hardly sleep the nights he is away.
And this is just a taste of the madness in my head today. There are too many things to think about. I can slow it down long enough to obsess on one thing for a minuet or two before they starts skipping madly though my brain again.
It’s times like these that I wish I still smoked weed. I haven’t touched it since I was around 18 or so. Just remembering the way it slowed and turned down the volume of the thought race in my head makes me want to say “fuck it! Lets smoke a bowl”. Maybe if I wasn’t a parent I would but I don’t want to be the “do as I say and not as I do” parent.
I have been having these flashbacks for a few years now and I am still not even sure if it is something that has happened or just my brain trying to fuck with me.
I don’t have a lot of memories of being younger but the things that I do remember are fairly normal sort of memories. Watching my mother cry when my grandmother died (8 years old), having my appendix out (10 years old), my brother coming home from the hospital in remission (11 years old) and everything from around age 14 till now. That is basically all the memories I have.
Then there are the flashbacks. And its always the same thing.
I do not want to say what exactly is happening in them but I am about 13 years old and everything in the flashback looks how I imaging it should for that time period. The wall color, the curtains. But the other persons age doesn’t fit. Like they are to old or I am too young.
I have no idea if it ever happened and its not the kind of thing I can just ask them about. Even if I still spoke to this person I would not be able to just ask “hey did this thing really happen?”
I have been dealing with these flashbacks for about 6 years and its always the same thing, same room, same person. Everything in full HD, unmistakably the same.
I cant tell anyone about it cause they will either make a huge deal out of it and it would start a lot of shit, or they will just decide I am crazier than they thought I was. I cant talk to my therapist about it cause I cant talk to her about anything.
When the flashback starts I usually can shake it off fairly quickly and distract myself. But sometimes its too strong or there is nothing to distract me. When this happens I am basically useless for the rest of the day. I replay it in my head over and over trying to find something, anything in the scene that would prove it to be false.
I need it to be false.
If a restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it. (Bonus points if you give us a recipe!)
It would be a drink.
The tallest glass would be filled with scotch. All the way to the top. Nothing else. Because I am not watered down or diluted by the influences, information or people around me.