Hozen

People always talk about mania. I have little first hand knowledge. My moods swing the other way most of the time. However, second hand i can tell you that the godlike feeling that you can do anything and never need sleep goes bad by the end of the first week. Like the old lady who constantly talks in half german about her leiderhosen, underhosen, klienerhosen and going peepee in the heisler. I sincerely doubt she would be doing this in public, or yelling for her husband to go inny inny while gyrating her hips in her reclining chair while waiting for dinner in the dining room, if she had any choice. She can't stop it any more than a net can stop a meteor. Mind trumps all. She says she lost hers. I am not so sure about that.
Every time i see people drinking energy drinks that mess the brain chemistry up and jack metabolism all i can think is that we have no idea what the brain is doing or how it does it most of the time. We guess at how the meds might be working to correct probably imbalances. Look in any PDR. The mechanism for how they work is unknown. Even when we know what they change, the reason that particular mechanism helps out is unknown. I have seen red bull drinkers go psychotic and manic. It isn't good and won't help meet deadlines.
Why do we need to go so fast anyway? How much crap do we really need in this life? Seriously. I know this is capitalism and consumption is the only way to keep the economy going, but the marketing world is full of shit if they think faster makes happier or more makes joy. It makes crazy. And crazy is not happy. Hypomanic may be for a while; full-blown crazy, not even a little.
So, while everyone else goes faster, i'll be over here waiting for them to come through the unit doors for some sleep and chemical retrofitting. Job security. Or, stop looking out there for the happy that only comes from mind.
Mind trumps all. And the brain is a fragile thing.

Excretions

Facebook can have uses. One of which is that my friend Noel can snap me back from ego land. The post was "and then i stepped in a pile of cold cat vomit". He liked the post after i posted a comment rant about the cat being mean and vindictive. All of that is true. She was mad. This isn't the first time she's done this sort of thing. And she has medical issues. Kidney infection that will not die and is bankrupting me kinda issues.
However, Noel liked the post and something clicked. Karma ripens. I create causes and stuff happens. And then my mind makes it a huge drama pity party. On the basis of an "I" that doesn't exist. The "I" who stepped was not the same as the one who jumped, the one who typed... Each moment the "I" changes, moves on.
So, i had a good smile and giggle at my ludicrous self grasping and moved on.
And then the cat peed on the couch...
Sigh...
Anyone want to contribute to Cleo's kidney fund?
Please?