what the f…riday?

So, Fryane Fried-on-Fridays babbled incoherently… I’m guessing it was a 3 shot espresso thing…

I have a SPARKLING idea for you. Please, please think it over.

Seriously.

What about 1x week you offer us, your devotees, the chance to “Ask Blahpolar” whatever we want!
Please please please?????
It can be short and sweet. You don’t have to work TOO hard, um…maybe?

Please say yes!

I fear for her psychotic soul, but she is one of the few people who can withstand a torrent of friendly abuse the size of a Matterhorn avalanche. Yup, mixed episodes cause mixed metaphors; mind you, so do hypomania, mania, anger and agitation. Despite my suspicion that she doesn’t quite understand the word ‘devotees’ and is impressively deluded about my fascination factor and my ability to be either short or sweet, I succumbed. Weekly posts would be a disaster for my page views, so I’m doing a weakly version. And here it is.

Actual picture of yours truly. That's my 'thrilled' facial expression.

If you can think of anything to ask that I haven’t already barfed up in your newsfeed already, please do, because if there aren’t any questions, I’m going to die of shame. On the other hand, if you’d prefer me dead, silence is your best option. You’re welcome to be as rude, crude, offbeat and outrageous as you like.

It reminded me of a post I wrote a few months ago for the blogging 101 course. Okay it was the only post I wrote for it. Rereading it, I have to retrospectively diagnose full throttle hypomania, I was the shit of many bats that day. I get hypo on wp rather too easily and it’s fun till my mind reminds me of all the pain and self loathing. I can’t think of a less melodramatic way to say that (actually I can’t think of a more melodramatic way either). I used to be fond of reality, these days I’m pointing an ak47 at the motherfucker. I must also confess that I genuinely bore myself shitless, because it’s not interesting inside my mind, even when I’m nattering with the sea or an 8 foot praying mantis. I am however, up my own ass enough to be interested in questions about me. Well. Most questions.

Please…

Say something…

Anything…

Don’t leave me out here in the cold…

Hold me.

mdd-mlp

(scheduled post)

Have you ever consulted the Encyclopedia Equestria Wiki? No? Good grief, and thank fuck I’m here to save your intellects and social standing! Our not so beloved little neurological issue resides in the upper echelons of the Mane Six Mental Disorders there.

the world health org is insane

Although being gay or lesbian is no longer classified as a disorder—references to homosexuality as a mental illness were removed from the WHO directory in 1990—in its place emerged new categories of “gay-related” diseases. For example, if a homosexual teenager is confused about his sexual identity, he could be classified as mentally ill under current WHO guidelines, Cochran said. Or if a married man wakes up one day and realizes he’s gay and wants to leave his wife, he could be diagnosed with having sexual relationship disorder.
Full article

more adventures with wikipedia

I was searching for books about mental illness and found these:-

The Tale of Samuel Whiskers or The Roly-Poly Pudding, 1908 children’s book by Beatrix Potter. Tom Kitten comes out of his ordeal with a crippling phobia of rats, and possible Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder as well. free @ gutenberg.org

The Hobbit, 1937 high fantasy novel by J. R. R. Tolkien. In a cavern in the Hithaeglir, Bilbo meets a hobbit with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

The Two Towers and The Return of the King, 1954 and 1955 high fantasy novels by J. R. R. Tolkien. The hobbit with Dissociative Identity Disorder plays a major role.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, 2003 fantasy/bildungsroman novel by J. K. Rowling, includes a scene with a couple who both have profound dementia resulting from prolonged torture.