You know you're borderline when...

Ya think and ya think, and ya plan and ya plan, and STILL!
Maybe try a different grocery store, though, okay? Unless you're really bored, of course....?

Gulchenrouz still feeling the dizzying aftereffects of the liquid cosh, administered by the doctor not 2 hours earlier, continued on his way to the shops to buy coffee on his way "home". upon passing the health food shop that was open at 8 am (situated next to a Gregs bakery) which was also open, gulchenrouz enters the shop to purchase some "proper coffee". (not the mass produced overflow spillage crap scraped of the floors at the end of a daily run to be put threw the machine the following day mass branded type commonly called "instant coffee")

Gulchenrouz very particular about what constitutes a decent cuppa. walked straight to the coffee section, looking past the "fair trade" section he finds what is needed, loose beans that can be bought by the pound, (454 grams) sitting in small coffee bags with a steel scoop where pick and mix rules apply regarding the 4 different beans on offer, they being all the same price per pound.

grabbing a trice recycled brown paper bag into which we can place the beans, you set about estimating how many beans it will take to get 114 grams of each blend, getting my pocket scales out gulchenrouz weighs 1 bean then 10 to get the average amount of beans required (approximately 118) before putting my scales back in my pocket to count out said amount into the scoop first, then the bag, take them to the scales, with a few extra in the scoop to make up for any potentially underweight beans to get your total weight to 114 grams, weigh them to satisfaction, using the same bag you then repeat the process from start to finish with the other three blends until you have what you think is exactly one pound of custom blend coffee, only thinking about it you haven't got a pound of coffee, you didn't even get the quarter pound measurement correct , how much did the bag weigh? leaving the mixed bag of coffee beans where it is you exit the shop with a shrug when asked if your ok......

sounds very logical to me, seeing as how i've done that numerous times!

I want you to know I am reading each installment with avid interest, in love with the language and the protagonist's dilemmas. This is a penny dreadful!

<<<<< wishes he got paid a penny for his thoughts, we would then have the tuppence with which we are willing to promptly reinvest.

Gulchenrouz, who whilst he wrote the above quote down on the back of a rizzla packet to use at another time, started to feel somewhat peculiar, being unable to breath through his nose due to the medications nasty side effects reminded him that it had also made his mouth extremely dry, seeing a costa coffee shop open across the road catering to the commuters whimseys, gulchenrouz lurches towards the inviting looking silver chairs outside the premises to gain a seat, there was no need for him to wait, its all self service now, we don't wait tables anymore we were told when we went to complaint.

at the counter Gulchenrouz has annoyed the manager to the extent that he knew it would be pointless fighting them any further so asked for two double double expresso's in one cup, twice, one to go and one to stay. and waited. one brown sugar swirl on a stick per shot was the rule, we asked them to fill up the nearly purposely empty brown sugar swirl bowl knowing we were about to empty it again they complied begrudgingly.....rules, they remembered him now, the realization was clearly palpable in there expressions when gulchenrouz turned to walk outside, he had not only left the building but the sugar bowl was left empty as well, sitting outside Gulchenrouz drank one of his drinks before continuing on his way home with the other preferring to drink that one cold....

I go to a party, am chatting with the host who introduces me to a good looking guy. I'm shaking hands but suddenly pull it away. The host said, "what's wrong, why did you do that". I told him I pulled it away when he said the guy lives in Chicago and ..."I don't want to move across the country."

LOLOL

I sooooooooooooo get that.

You know you are a borderline when you can't have a facebook page because all your drinking buddies would not recognize the church going gal that you are and all your church going friends would drop on their knees to pray for you.

Borderline Behavior: Always makes for interesting cinema.

(Love this song BTW)

Could be an anger management issue...is your impulsivity always tied to anger?

You know you're bpd when you become so depressed you can't do any work if no one returns your calls, so you decide that the work didn't matter anyway, that you can't do anything right--what were you thinking to even try!--and they were only your friends out of pity and they all decide AT THE SAME TIME (it's cosmic, because you have such bad energy) never to let you near them again. So you hide and don't even get out of your pajamas, don't do anything to take care of yourself because no one cares if you do or don't and it's just easier to "forget" that you were trying to get better at being productive and having a meaningful life.
Then someone calls and you make up a story about how busy you've been so that they think you're not a loser...so you can't tell them how you really feel, and after they hang up, you think "No one understands me" !
Sheesh.....

When a girl leaves you and bookmark her twitter account and she has her profile on private but you still just stare at it thinking you will somehow find the guy she was cheating on you with there, even though you can't see the page at all.

-When someone outcast you and you have decided that they are public enemy #1.
-When someone pushes you around just cause they think they can, you are convience that the person is a demon. However, if they genuinly appologize for their actions, suddenly, they become a real genuin sweet heart.

... when U have the bestest friend in the world, but you tell them to f--- off bcause you think they secretly hate you and think your just a lil whiner...

and then the next day u realize how much u need them so u apoligize like mess bcause your just a b----. and when they say they wont be your friend, your world comes crashing down and u beat urself up for being such an idiot. :/

The best thing about being borderline is that you can get help - and must. Living with such raw emotions that rage within you and on others can not only shorten your life but make the one you have hellish.

OK..if you're 16 and you are acting emotionally unstable - fine. That is age appropriate. But once you reach 25 you need to get yourself together so you can live a meaningful life filled with joy, love and pleasure.

Anger, hate, rage - it will always be a part of you. However, if you let it define you then you aren't living - you're dying.

Take that lovely borderline passion and create beauty. That is what I'm going to do.

YES!!!!

Anytime I have an outburst, whether its @ work, or @ group and once Im calmed down, I always say "I hope that was some good entertainment for yall" knowing I just made a complete *** outta myself for all to see.

thats funny, because I have a facebook, and when certain people (like my brother) wanted to add me, I had to go back through my entire page plus all of my status posts and comments so I could make sure that some things [that are kept secret from my family but known to my friends] werent posted on there lol.

(now a confirmed, not merely suspected, borderline)

You know you're borderline when your husband doesn't immediately answer your question, so you conclude he hates you.

What a lovely idea.

You know you're borderline when there is a paperwork delay getting you into a DBT group, and you conclude that they don't really want you. After all, you're the only person in the world that SNAFU's ever happens to.

When the girl you like keeps canceling plans with you and you write her off, think she hates you, and cut yourself--only to find out later she is really sick, and would love to go out on a date with you.

When you watch every word you say at work out of fear of being sued for some law that you never knew existed.

When you hear something that contradicts your usual thinking, and manage to convince yourself successfully that it didn't really happen; that you dreamt it up, so not to have your world rocked.