Everyone's life seems to be insane now. Where you are living, where you are located, how you deal or cope can change in a heartbeat. I am still learning myself, and in that, I am still learning about why and when I lose my shit. I have zero patience for people who don't do what they say they will do, RIGHT then. It's weird. I do get that life gets in the way, but when my work, livelihood, and home depend on it, I will lose it. I can't cope with liars either, at all. I feel it in my bones, even if you are just trying to surprise me.
At 34, with more life experience than most 50-year-old humans, I have had my share of "incidents" if you will, that have made me bend, break, and finally snap. I have had my entire household of stuff stolen 2 or 3 times, I have had a car stolen only for me to find it ran out of gas... seat belts cut... and the windows down with the keys in it, I have had people pick fights with me for seemingly no reason, and strange shit just generally happens around me. I am much better than I used to be about losing it. I breathe, I meditate, I listen to music, I do every single thing I can to diffuse my mind and sometimes, just sometimes, I lose it.
Would you? If I sat you down, cozy and warm, with a cup of hot tea... would you believe me? My life story in my short 34 years on this planet isn't all warm and fuzzy (though it could include unicorns, I guess haha). It's not the coming-up typical story. It is more of... climbing my way out of Earth's Hell to get where I am. Could you listen? Let me try to sum of it up...
I started watching these really weird videos on YouTube.
I am diagnosed as having Aspergers. I don't put much into it anymore. I am quirky and particular. I have had many EKGs, but not one doctor could explain any of it.
I don't flaunt it but I do wear a collar. I don't tell everyone about it either.