Sometimes I wish I could feel nothing. When I was on Adderall XR, it worked wonderfully in drying up my emotions. It gave me a tough exterior that no one could breach. I was Superman -- impervious to others. I was protected. It didn't matter what they said or thought... I had my armor.
But I didn't like how I felt on that medicine. It wasn't me. I am not a cold person. I feel. I'm emotional. I am sensitive to everything around me.
Lately, I've been getting a lot of flack from others. They have all come up with my problem. Apparently, I suffer from a bad case of "narcissistic personality disorder". MmHmm.
Yes, the evidence will show that I do care a great deal about how I look. A Facebook status update may easily contain "I leg pressed 550#'s today". I am also well known for putting plenty of pictures of myself on this blog and on FB. Oh, the travesty!
I do toot my own horn when it comes to athletic achievement. "I defeated a foe in tennis 6-1, 6-4" or "I've won my division in the Flex League... YAY!" These accomplishments are offensive to others and I really should STOP bragging about them. MmHmm.
Do you know what I've decided? I can just as easily point out your faults and prescribe YOU therapy. That's right motherfuckers! Some of you are in massive need of JADED (Carl Syndrome) therapy. A few of you need to go to couple therapy to learn novel concepts like monogamy. Quite a few of you need therapy for sexual addiction because you are a walking petri dish! Others need to check into Betty Ford and/or a FAT FARM. The list can go on and on...
So, before you are quick to point out my faults, pull the plank out of your own eyes. MmHmm... I said it! I already feel better. :)