badinfluence63 wrote:
I don't get depressed I just don't want to be bothered about it.
I'm not depressed, per se, but it is an element of my opinion.
I'm Bipolar II, and this time of the year is when the manias (and the joy and 'fire') seem to diminish. Frankly, I enjoy the wild ride of the manias. I am a good friend and a bad enemy, and living on the edge is quite stimulating. I also have a touch of SADs. In fact, I have a 'full spectrum' light over my sharpening area and it helps both in being busy and elevating my mood.
My relatives are either dead or scattered, and I literally have no family. I never liked them anyway, and being told where to go and what to eat always pissed me off, even as a child. I'm going to the gym early, eat a chicken salad and watch the Packers vs. Lions game. I intend to take in as much football as I can stand and bask in the mirrored edge of a new Mantis "Pit Boss" I polished for my own use yesterday.
You can pick your nose, but you can't pick your relatives. And this explains why I have always liked the Puritans better than the Pilgrims.