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]]> ~RaydonRaven http://RaydonRaven.deviantart.com/journal/18956708/ http://RaydonRaven.deviantart.com/journal/18956708/ Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:11:25 PDT
I will be posting a few examples of my writing in the next few weeks. So expect a short story and a few poems (God awful poems if you ask me).

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There is never a good time to be bipolar, but there are days when I'm flat out amazed that I made it to 25. I think about all the times I cheated death and all the times that death cheated me. And I cannot believe that I made it to 25. Then I think about the family I've been blessed with and my disbelief reaches impossible heights.

I'm still in training for my latest job (a position with the US Postal Service), and honestly I have never found anything more frustrating than the God damned computer training they use. They expect you to learn an entirely different form of typing AND their occasionally ridiculous coding rules in 48 hours. Then tonight, as if my training wasn't going bad enough, a bipolar episode. Gee, thanks SO MUCH for that. Yeah, it's so much fun to be sitting there trying to learn data entry coding rules and BAM! Delusion time! I start thinking that the computer is deliberately changing what I'm typing in just to make me fail. And the really fun part is that I KNOW it's a delusion, I always do. And I always fight them off, but fighting it off distracts me even more, causing more errors in my typing. You guessed it, adding even more to my frustration.

Now I have a loooong fuse on my temper. But... (saw that coming did you?) ...when I do lose my cool, yikes. When I lose my temper I break shit. Doors, windows, dry wall, car doors, noses. Once I chased some poor woman down the highway at 110 miles per hour for three or four miles. Yeah, not pretty. At work tonight I was about 2 seconds from losing it and hurling my keyboard against the wall, so I clocked out and left, figuring that leaving early looks better on my work history than destruction of federal property on a police report. And when I got back here to my hotel, the one friend I tried to talk to about it says "Yep, I think you lost that job." Thanks for helping me relieve some stress! Prick.

I guess this is one of those nights when I get really pissed and start thinking "what the hell did I do to deserve this crap?!", but once I calm down I realize I've been through worse; much, much worse.

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