Counting on the night for a beautiful day...
You know what really bugs me...

If my parents are watching something on tv, they moan at me for making any noise. Yet when I’m trying to watch something, they have no problems with coming in to the room and having lengthy and loud conversations.

I don’t believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute.
(Pause)
Yes, I’m a genius.

I don’t believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute.

(Pause)

Yes, I’m a genius.

At least it was memorable, right? :D

pathologia:

needless to say she threw me off bursting out into laughter

I couldn't care less about cars...

…But my goodness, I love Top Gear!!

Rebecca: This is so bad it’s almost good.  Enid: This is so bad it’s gone past good and back to bad again.

Rebecca: This is so bad it’s almost good.
Enid: This is so bad it’s gone past good and back to bad again.

Let the machine get it, I have no desire to talk to anyone who might be calling me.
Seymour - Ghost World
Daily Update

No visit from my counsellor today, she couldn’t make it because of a meeting. Although to be honest it probably wont make any difference, I know what would’ve happened if she had. We would’ve had the same stunted conversation that we always seem to have;

Her: Hi, how are you.

Me: I’m good thanks.

Her: How’s your week been?

Me: Pretty good (by good I mean shit).

Her: Have you been out much?

Me: Yeah, a bit.

Her: Every day?

Me: Not quite, maybe every other day…

Her: Ok… Well, shall we set some targets for next week?

We then set the same targets as usual; Go out every day (preferably twice), walk to the bus stop on the high road, keep a diary of when you do go out, etc.

We used to go for walks and drives when she visited, then she discovered that she wasn’t actually meant to take me out in her car (something to do with insurance I think) so we just went for walks. Lately she just pops in for a few minutes, budget cuts and such mean she can’t do many home visits anymore. Ideally I’d go to the centre that she works at, but I can’t manage that. Public transport is my big issue. I haven’t been on a bus for years.

Sometimes in order to cope, you need to make light of the situation.

Sometimes in order to cope, you need to make light of the situation.

Needing people yet being afraid of them is wearing me out. I struggle with the paradox all the time and can’t resolve it. When people visit I am distraught trying to look as if I can cope. At work I never speak but I want to be spoken to. If anyone does I get anxious and stammer. I’m scared of the phone yet I want it to ring.
Janice Galloway - The Trick is to Keep Breathing
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
Sylvia Plath - The Bell Jar