Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Little did most of them know, several of their members had withdrawn from their collection of chimps and were contacting me directly, making their own separate peace. Anyway, two of the most boastful of the chimps claimed that they had hacked my sites and had them redirecting everyone to the Church of Satan. They were actually lying to one another. Those that had made their own separate peace with me knew that the others were lying.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
I'm well aware that Gloria Trevi has more detractors than fans, but I've always loved her for the very reason others do not. She's not normal. There is clearly something outside of the routine about her. Yes, she may even be "crazy," but that only makes her someone, rather than just another no-one we call "normal." Normal is redundant.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
I live with a schizophrenic. Technically, she's my wife. She isn't the same person she was before she became schizophrenic. I always imagined that one could find some kind of a silver lining, even in schizophrenia. Perhaps there are many schizophrenics out there with very positive qualities. Unfortunately, in this case, there are no positive qualities. She isn't funny. She isn't affectionate. She isn't interesting to listen to. She isn't friendly, productive, helpful, insightful, thought-provoking, or in any way pleasant to have around. Quite the contrary. The voices torment and insult her and she lashes out at my daughter and I in response. Of course, she is the source of her voices. They are the work of her own mind, but we get punished for what her brain says to itse lf. One could imagine, as most people do, that she is suffering, but she doesn't seem to be suffering. She's just cruel, not only to us, but to herself and most of all to the voices she makes up.
I've always thought that schizophrenics suffer at the will of their voices, but my wife doesn't sit there and suffer. She fights back. She loudly insults her voices, puts them in their place, and even says things to us hoping her voices will hear what she says and feel embarrassed that others have heard them admonished. She uses us like a prop in this game her brain makes up. I don't like being used as a prop. I'm a busy person, working as hard as two people to make up for what she does not bring to the table, so I don't have much time to stand about being used as a prop.
Her family has made the situation even worse. They refuse to acknowledge that she is ill. Despite the obviousness of her severe mental illness, they think she's fine. They postulate that some kind of "insulting ghost" is wandering about tormenting her. They say these kinds of things happen all the time and that it's normal. Schizophrenia runs in families and I believe fully that she is not the only schizophrenic member of her family.
Frankly, living with a paranoid schizophrenic is hell. Avoid it at all costs.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Life seems like a cruel joke. We are all heading towards disaster from the moment we are born. Those of us that are fully human see in each human being a need for compassion. Those that are less than human do not.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Looking back, benefiting from what I now know about her, with the veil of love lifted from eyes, I see how profoundly ugly Bridget is. I remember looking over at her from the passenger side of her pathetically shitty car, looking at her face, and seeing a booger hanging from her nose. The fact is, with her pale face, ugly teeth, and hay colored hair, only a fool in love could have seen anything beautiful in her. Alas, her ugliness was more than skin deep - it extended all the way to the core of her being.
She's the only person I know that was fired from a job for moral turpitude. She would get angry at the slightest criticism. Her understanding of society and of other human beings was nil.
Anyway, here is a video that reminds me of her.