DISCLAIMER: As most of the people that read my blog, or talk to me in person, I’m sarcastic, cynical, nihilistic, crude — hell, I could keep going, and it’s not just that I’m beating up on myself. It’s the truth. Seriously, I have difficulty taking things seriously sometimes, and I have a way of saying things that some, if not a lot of people, may not agree.
To that end, what I am about to write about is an important topic, and I’m not going to hold any punches back, but I need to get this out of my system. I need people to realize that there is “hope.”
Here we go.
Sometimes you just need to get your shit together and figure out your life, and how it’s affecting you.
This was one of those times.
I was a sophomore in high school. I had very little friends, and those that I did have were either in theater productions that I participated in, or at my church group that I attended every Sunday evening. I just wanted to be accepted. I was tired of always feeling like a loser. At that time, being a geek or a nerd was not a good thing. In fact, it was thought of as a bad word.
I just recently saw that Cartoon Network was going to revive the famous ’80s cartoon, “Thundercats”, which they have already done once before in 2011, and failed.
This time around, however, they are going to add some humor and a loose drawing style and maybe add some action here and there. You know, what the kids like nowadays!
I want to talk about “bullying”.
Yes, we all know it is wrong, and nowadays we are trying to make sure that our generation of children live in a “bully-free” world, but, I’m here to tell you the truth — it’s not working.
Or, maybe the concept of “wanting” to keep reading is hard.
So, I’ve been seeing a new person for my psychological medications. The person, in question, is not a doctor, but a nurse practitioner, and genuinely cares about my mental well being than my last psychiatrist did. She has been trying to get me off certain medications that might actually have been doing more harm than good, and also trying to lower doses and find alternatives to some of the medications that I was currently taking.
So far, I like this. A lot.
My last psychiatrist did not seem to pay attention to my needs, and didn’t care about his patients. At least, that’s how it appeared to me.
The other thing I like, is that, as I said before, she is looking for alternatives to medications to help me. And, that is what I want to talk about.
As the father of a beautiful ten year-old girl, I find it hard to find things in common with her. I see how she acts with her mother, and watch how they can bond over a “chick flick”, or how they can bond over make-up and hair styles, clothes and fashion in general, etc.
Me? I will be the first to admit it ladies. I don’t understand women. Or, little pre-teen girls for that matter. But, I do my best to listen and be loving to both my wife and daughter, and try to relate when I can…which is not as much as I seem to be able to.