Mixed episode me is the absolute worst version because it is so incredibly selfish and hates itself for it.
I irrationally hate two things: Snapchat and home ownership. To speak briefly on the latter: When I thought I was getting divorced, one of the ONLY benefits I could see was that I might never have to own another home in my life. I think it is the Great American Lie. The level this rant... Continue Reading →
I did a thing where I stood up in front of people. On purpose. With a microphone.
"Have you done anything weird lately?" The answer is always yes. I can't remember a one-week span of time in my life where the answer to that question is no. And if I'm in a mixed episode, then all bets are off.
Watching car salesmen try to figure out how to sell to lesbians is definitely worth the time.
I basically just want to know that other people have mind-blowing books, too. They can change your life or they can simply make life a little more amazing for a time.
So this is how a mixed episode works: I basically exhibit symptoms of mania and depression at the same time. I have made the very bad (and tactless) joke in the past that "it means I'm suicidal but I'm really enthusiastic about it." This is inaccurate overall, but it is a catchy way to explain it to people who don't understand.
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