I am in therapy, and this is what I do to kill the unproductive hours at work.

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Depressed, Sleepy Post, Whatever!

My head is pounding, and I promise this is going to be a short post because I lack the ability to think straight.

The only reason I get a headache is because I think too much. I think way beyond the need for an average person to think. Try walking around or sitting in your office or just sitting trying to watch tv and just feeling a constant bang or a hammer pounding on your head.

I just don’t want to think anymore and just live life normally again.

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Today before I had a freak out like I always do, I saw Squibby’s head up high, and his claws upwards. I had to take a shot. He will always be awesome.

And he will always be the king of the rock.

Squibby

I think the last post has confused the hell out of people. People messaged me, emailed me, sent me facebook messages, twittered a bucket full of messages to me and said, “DON’T GO! COME BACK!”

Honestly people, I needed a brake. A brake from reality and virtual hell.

I even had a discussion with my best friend Lisa who said that I shouldn’t distinguish real people that I know in person from people online. They are all people and they all care. That’s when I realized that three days not posting a single post has made me jittery and utterly lost.

The problem is that I don’t want to be one of those people that rely on their blog. If my blog had any value than I would be a full time blogger and this would be my life like so many others. However, I don’t want that. I feel that I have been living in virtual la la land called the internet for too long. Once reality hit me I freaked out. I totally freaked out. I think I did have a melt down. I needed to stop all the bull shit and end this. I honestly quit blogging. That was my intention. To slowly close down the site. I just wanted a transition period to make sure that I made the right decision.

Then I realized, that hell, LIFE is full of shit. Life is the biggest disappointment and none of us should ever be happy. That’s why we have turned to the virtual world because reality is fucking horrible. The problem is that I am crazy. Seriously. I am not normal and a bit of a psychiatric phenomenon. People take drugs to calm them selves down and make their brains think that life is ok, but I didn’t choose that path. Oh no. I refused to listen to The Man! I refused to be part of the experimental norm!

I learned in psychology class that there wouldn’t even be a psychology discipline if there were normal people. That’s why statisticians and psychologists came up with that term norm to separate people and put them in categories. You are either part of the norm or you are not. And what did I discover from learning how to draw a hill top on an X and Y chart? That NO ONE is part of the norm except those psychologists. They are the norm of people that define everyone else to be abnormal so they can earn over 100 bucks an hour and get millions of dollars in research money to define everyone else in the world as abnormal. That’s it. I discovered the evil manipulative money sucking plan of those two faced bastards all from a hill top chart. God I am a genius! I should get a distinguished medal of honour for it with my name engraved in 24 carat gold and diamond studs on it. That’s how much they owe me for their fucking money sucking time. It’s all business. They made people crazy so the business would bloom.

Damn it. It’s the best evil plan to make money off the depressed souls in the world. Geniuses! Everyone is depressed. No one is happy, and those who think they are are only kidden them selves. If people were happy, then there would be no wars, no crimes, no anger, no lying, no hateful words towards one another, and no BLOGS! The internet would be dead and there would be no entertainment values in it anymore.

You might think I am crazy, and I have to agree with you. I am not normal. I refuse to be normal and all through my life, people wanted me to be normal. I didn’t know what normal meant because I never met a person who was. Why?

BECAUSE WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS and EACH OF US has THEIR OWN STUPID BRAINS and PERSONALITIES!

Yep. Total meltdown people. Internet people, there you go. I am crazy. I admit it. And everyone else who says they are happy and they are normal and life is perfect is going to be shot by me. I will track you down. Just be careful. I will come to your door step, smack you silly with my $300 Coach Bag, and shoot your toes with a bee bee gun.

After reading this post, ask your self this my virtual friend, “why do I come to this site?” And then I will answer you with this, “Because you are fucking insano crazy too.”

Amen to that.

Anyways, I am going home. Fuck this shit hole that people call a job. I call it a life sucking torture chamber.

Blah Blah, Ranting as usual!

I will not be blogging for a while. I don’t know when I will come back.

Regards.

Mona

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