You know you're borderline when...

roflmao! SO funny!! And did the manager throw the form on the floor and do the Twist all over it before he handed it over?

.........I'm sure you know the rest....just one of those kinds of days!

(((((((((((bpd2)))))))))))))

Your always a missing spot of insight when I am not here!!!

Your boyfriend is so exhausted he doesnt want to have sex on that particular evening, so instead of being understanding & accepting that he really is exhausted, you automatically think you are disgusting to him, you begin to question his love & attraction towards you, which only leads to an arguement, & the next day hes even more exhausted as both of you got no sleep.

Hugs!!!!!!

For some strange reason, in the middle of the day, you are in a rare good mood, and you approach your husband for quick sex, which he greatly enjoys. (duh)

A minute later, he says "Ok, just get it over with now. Say: "I regret what just happened. I never should have done that. I don't even like you and now I feel worse as usual."

So you actually laugh, and jokingly say it.

Two hours later, he does something that annoys you. You take it personally and scream "I REALLY shouldn't have done that! What's wrong with me?? Why do I keep doing that? You are such a jerk and you just use me!"

Then you go to bed mad... You wake up the next morning, and low and behold, he has made you breakfast!! So you feel bad about the night before.. Maybe there is hope.

But before you let that good feeling last, you start thinking your negative projective thoughts: "So.. WHY did he make me breakfast? I bet the kitchen is a MESS! And, okay, it's just a matter of time before I hate him again...What will it be today?"

...to be continued

omg, you are hilarious!!

The rest of the story...
So you go downstairs, and the kitchen is indeed a HUGE mess. You clean it up, feeling good about accepting this kindness and and basking in the glow of someone doing something that makes you feel good.

Jump to 2 hours later... my husband makes a comment in front of my daughter- something about how picky I am about food or some such thing I can't even remember!! I glare at him from across the room: You f----ing a--hole. Why do you act so arrogant and put me on the spot? I hate you, and regret what we did, and wonder why you couldn't clean up after yourself. Get out of my sight.

Then he goes to the grocery store and you are determined to not ask him for anything,, you will get what you want yourself. And he comes home, and doesn't have what you wanted (even though you didn't ask for anything). And you say- no , I don't want anything you make!

An hour later you are eating the cheeseburger he made becuz you are so hungry. But then you find fault with him, and are pissed off again..

Oh, please forgive me for going on and on. We have 14 inches of new snow and I am just not in a good mood!

All in a day of my life,,,,

When the woman at the lancome counter says their doing "free makeovers today" and you reply "wonderful," hand over your three journals and tell her to make you into someone good.

bpd2 they would'nt come from behind the bullet proof glass so was unable to see past the chin high security window ledge on the managers door at the time, but hey, Every Little Helps right? by the way the only pat on the ars. i got was from the overly effeminate "security" guard tasked with protecting the store against petty shoplifters whom are out on the "rob" after i winked at him whilst being carried hogtied supported by a different officer of the law for every part of my body that could possibly move on my way back to hospital.

the local hospitals A@E make you up a bed in a corner where there are no doors that are not alarmed whilst you wait to be transfered, the eight officers skiving off are overkill you think has your handcuffed to the bed, right arm left side rail, right leg same rail, anyway, bored you look for the release points for the rail to find it has been welded in place, your staying there for as long has they want you to be, **** it might has well get some sleep will be a waiting to be transfered to a secure unit in awhile, doctors in random passing wake you up to ask how your sleep patterns have been recently? don't even get me started with first year student nurses and probes.....

a fleeting thought of whimsey once captured in text, deleted.

Gulchenrouz: That is an amazing signature, and life experiences to prove it true......feeling a little down tonight, so I'm seeing the serious side of it. Absurdity all over....Here's a hug.
Anybody who wants to give me one, I'll take a hundred tonight.

You know you're borderline when you're sure your therapist's favorite memory of you is when you say goodbye.

Here's a few from me!!

eventually the ratio of police to patient reduces sufficiantly to warrant taking advantage of his sensibilities to talk him or her into taking you outside for a smoke, handcuffed to a steel wheelchair by both wrists and one foot, the officer gives you your tobbaco tin in one hand and a box with 2 slightly damp safety matches in the other, this the best you can do i suggest whilst blowing my acrid rollup smoke toward them whilst passing them the box with the next match protruding and ready for next time.....

the other two posts need reversing this follows the hospital one not the supermarket one.

Thank you!

quite conveniently a police transport vehicle with a retractable wheelchair lift attached to it pulls along side you with a "medical escort" waiting in the back reading your file. you make no pretense that you will eat what is left of your cigarette rather than "stub it out for later" knowing damn well its going to be at least 4 more hours before you can get access to another one, how long have you held a cigarette on your tongue with your mouth closed we slutter in response to a persistent "how do you want to do this?" noise over our right shoulder whilst keeping the roll-up alive for that one last time. when we eventually spat out the remnants we were no bother, honestly

removing the handcuffs allowing me to stand and converse at the same time no i will not be voluntary sectioned, no, you will need to section me....are you even a fully qualified doctor yet? first year psych trainee your badge says, is that true?really?no. section me.

the police are still trying to find an "actual" doctor in the hospital to sign the paperwork, its 2 in the morning, its going to be 8 am at the soonest before anyone from psych turns up that will allow them to release me into the care of "non qualified medical personal" i inform them.
handcuffing me back to the chair i react with thats a legal sh.tstorm has they rearrest you for resisting arrest with the realization that they, having been thwarted in there attempt to pass you to someone else, were literally carrying me back to the police station and will have to keep me in a police cell with some one watching me constantly until they could get a qualified doctor to confirm that we are indeed sectionable, so could get rid of me.

the police station was just the same has you remembered it, from the previous nights excursion as you were walked to the glass door fronted cell you have begun to call home being on first name terms with the person using the "overtime pay rules" to its fullest whilst doing as little as possible for as long as possible without responding to the comments coming out of the glass box your staring right at and not respond, it got boring for me to, we eventually had to stop listening to the are you ok question! being pounded incessantly on the glass door when i pretended to be asleep with my eyes open whilst doing a commando handstand over the steel press molded rim of the toilet basin with my knee on the flush button in the wall......

its been 8 hours in total since you were first arrested for resisting arrest, un-arrested whilst arguing with student nurse about not getting voluntary sectioned, unlawfully sectioned, lawfully un-sectioned, subsequent rearrested again on the original charge of resisting arrest, and during all this the doctor had been and gone in what could only be described has a sleepy haze after dosing you up with a liquid cosh,you whilst walking away from the police station released without charge on a frequented route back to the place that is legally called home. you try to think of other ways you can entertain yourself that don't involve the emergency services for once on a night out to the supermarket, that reminds me i need coffee...

Here is a million hugs!!!!



Hope you are feeling better today.

Have you ever tried gardening?

Coffee plants don't grow to well in my north facing window box, The flying rats keep stripping the branches of buds.

Coffee plants don't grow to well in my north facing window box, The flying rats keep stripping the branches of buds. because quite expertly the pigeons are finding ingenious ways to land on increasingly smaller patches of "safe space" by side stepping the various randomly placed clear plastic spikes placed around there favorite roosting spots (my coffee plant) to get at the wild bird seed laced with crushed diazepam, which i use as a distraction, fresh for them every morning. cruel? no, when is a pigeon not stressed? now add caffeine. merely correcting a wrong. by the time the drugs take there respective effect it will be sleeping and ****ting on someone else's window ledge and not mine. surprisingly some still return on a daily basis hence the spikes being randomly rotated.

You send T a long letter telling him how he has hurt you, that you can never trust him again, that you hate him for causing you so much pain and that you dont think you can continue therapy with him. By the end of the letter you are begging him not to abandon you, and you tell him that he's the only person that you've ever trusted and tell him you will do anything to be a better patient to make him like you again. Even T is confused by this!!!

Maybe your therapist is confused. But I'm not.