tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003244040444735851.post4998909389112419979..comments2023-03-26T01:32:43.494-06:00Comments on Blissful Bedlam: I'm Either a Really Sane Crazy Person, Or a Really Crazy Sane PersonJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527622301735368452noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003244040444735851.post-70528722263548572502009-08-09T18:41:17.195-06:002009-08-09T18:41:17.195-06:00I don't know Christina, but oh how I like her!...I don't know Christina, but oh how I like her! <br /><br />I have to say that laughter IS the best medicine. Sometimes ya just gotta laugh- like when Joshua tries to pick his nose with his now too-short finger and looks confused. He has now started calling them his "shooter fingers". Makes me cringe a little, but it sounds pretty funny! I could choose to dwell on the horror of it all forever, but it will change nothing, and I knew that it was at times making me physical and even mentally sick. So I had to choose to deal. And, LAUGH a little. Good for the soul...Sister Savanah Jo Wardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10707370343037289449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003244040444735851.post-39511932770119890202009-08-07T22:07:09.857-06:002009-08-07T22:07:09.857-06:00Speaking of thinking crazy things and giggling lik...Speaking of thinking crazy things and giggling like you're mad, I remembered this bit from comedian Bill Burr. I don't know if you've ever heard him do standup.... I think he's hilarious!<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnOg01N1u3wCristina Lejardihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17117761231195580718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003244040444735851.post-1262270374633439922009-08-07T21:49:47.138-06:002009-08-07T21:49:47.138-06:00I must confess, I'm so glad you didn't tak...I must confess, I'm so glad you didn't take my comment the wrong way. I was a little worried about that. I didn't want you to think I was dismissing your very real and very frightening battle with depression, or that I didn't care or understand the seriousness of it all. It's just that I, too, try to find humor in all situations. I'm well aware of the fact that it's a coping mechanism.... but I figure it's a much healthier coping mechanism than constant wailing or seething negativity. Laughing is delightful! It burns calories, it releases endorphins and all kinds of feel-good chemicals..... and it's fun. So why not?! <br /><br />Just know that while making irreverant and/or flippant comments, I by no means am trying to hurt you or make light of your struggle. I think you are the bravest woman ever for baring your soul and being honest about all of your experiences, and I so admire your courage. You are amazing!<br /><br />It's so nice to know there's another person out there who sees the world.... no matter how ugly, sad, frightening, or nasty it may be at times.... through Groucho Marx glasses. We're kindreds!<br /><br />P.S. ~ Yay! I'm glad you're imagining all the creepy and inappropriate things you can do in public to weird people out! LOL! <br /><br />Here's another one to add to your to-do list: Whenever someone wants to politely, yet publicly, inquire about everything that's been going on, but ends up approaching you cautiously like you might be contagious, and speaks about your depression in hushed, awkward tones, do this.....<br /><br />Give an answer like, "Oh, things are going pretty well.... thank you for your concern", and then give them a long, lingering hug and murmur in their ear, "But some days, like today, I feel like I'm just going to snap and go postal on whoever's around me..." And then just keep hugging them. And hugging them. And hugging them. Hug them waaaaaaaaaay past the point deemed comfortable and acceptable in any social situation; make sure to REALLY invade their sense of personal space and safety. Then, after eons of hugging, break away.... but not completely; place your hands on their shoulders and look deeply into their eyes for several beats too long. Then whisper, "I really should go now.... before something happens."<br /><br />:) Yeah. I'm a freak. I delight in thinking up awkward situations. I rarely have the cajones to carry them out, though. I just end up thinking of them and giggling maniacally to myself. (Which I guess, in and of itself, is quite creepy and awkward for people nearby.)Cristina Lejardihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17117761231195580718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003244040444735851.post-19531940828242159382009-08-06T14:05:02.376-06:002009-08-06T14:05:02.376-06:00You did start singing on the phone in the middle o...You did start singing on the phone in the middle of Costco...Perpetual Mommy Exhaustionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09655721218070744745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003244040444735851.post-54738459837057550532009-08-06T13:32:45.601-06:002009-08-06T13:32:45.601-06:00While I do condone the use of some drugs for recre...While I do condone the use of some drugs for recreational use... I must say that it takes a lot of balls to not only ask for help but to write about it. I don't know how many times I have read your blogs and thought, "See, she can do it, just make an appointment." It's easier said than done, so if you choose to joke about it, more power to you. People who don't laugh don't interest me much and I try to avoid them. I'm glad I don't need to avoid you :)trisherannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498297352587193840noreply@blogger.com