Anyway, I get hypomanic on the train 'cause thats when my medicine (I have ADHD) and coffee both kick in simultaneously. It's probably for the best that this happens while I am (usually) not around anyone I know. I've stopped writing down all of the ideas I get on the train, because they were usually intricate business plans that would make me sad later, when I no longer had the energy to follow the plan.
So today I had the following thoughts:
1) We should just fucking own the word "hipster." Seriously you guys. I was visiting my friend in Philly this past summer and he almost hit me when I referred to his socialist style run, art adorned, PBR'd house as a "hipster colony for lost boys." Ugh. we all know grown-ups who are all "yeah...I was a hippie." When you are telling your nieces/nephews/children all about your life as a crazy 20-something (in response to their adolescent embarrassment of being seen with you), you will refer to yourself as a hipster. If you make the argument that "hipster" refers to an "erudite class of bourgeoisie, marked by affluence, ennui, and social apathy," shut up. You're a fucking hipster.
2) My office has a personality disorder. Specifically a Cluster B personality disorder. Specifically Borderline personality disorder. It meets the following criteria:
1. frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment:
(the bathroom door only gets stuck when I'm about to leave for the day)
2. a pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.
(It is either FREEZING or a SAUNA. The lighting is either THE SUN or THE LUREY CAVERNS)
3. identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.
(Since I have been at Sinai, this office space has been filled with 5 different programs)
5. recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-mutilating behavior
(Those holes where a drill and possibly a cabinet once were are VERY obvious--need attention much?)
7. chronic feelings of emptiness
(In the creepiest way ever, I suppose due to the plaster walls, you can never tell when other people are in the office with you. It always feels like a ghost town, even when it's packed)
THATS 5. IT MEETS CRITERIA.
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