The frustrating thing about social networking is that it feels like the only time people read or comment on what I post is when they disagree with me. If I talk about something happy it's all "peace, love, and an empty comment box." Which is why places like Livejournal are replete with the self-cutting crowd. No one knows how to coddle to a manic-depressive making an empty suicide threat like an LJ community. Of course the counter-argument I hear coming from a bunch of you is "Well, who are y... read more

I caught myself in another one of my impotent tirades today and have been taking measures to stem its tide. This is both good and bad: good because it means that I'm getting better at identifying and managing my mood swings, bad because it confirms my status as a sufferer of bipolar disorder. More frustrating than the cause of my ranting is the fact that it occurred at all. They are a common occurrance for me and usually are the sign of entering a hyper-depressive phase. Worse still: when I g... read more

I have a dream that arts and humanities will be invested with the same fervor as intramural sports. Adults and children will idolize their favorite artists and creative figures with the same passion as professional athletes. I dream that there will be televised competitions between artists - that companies and corporations will enlist in them to endorse and promote their products. That artistic and creative endeavors are recognized as worthwhile things, not just a means to end boredom.

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So, in order to better myself, I have been undertaking a light exercise regimen using a pair of dumbbells that I own. I figure if I'm going to be spending a portion of my free time watching television, I might as well be doing something productive as I do so. And I know I'm not getting in over my head, I've done workouts like this before and having spent more than one week with arms taxed into uselessness with prior attempts, I know how to start slow (despite that portion of my brain going "Y... read more