So occasionally when I'm not getting spammed by bots who want to sell viagra, real estate, or God knows what else, I get comments remarking how "angry" I am.
Well kids, that's who I am, I'm an angry man.
While I may or may have not blogged it, I've been in counseling off and on for about four years now. Very, very recently (i.e. two weeks ago), I got hit by the bomb that no one is ever really excited to get. I've been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder.
What does that mean? For those of you not familiar with the DSM-IV, it's basically extreme mood shifts marked with self-destructive behavior and "chaotic productive" behavior.
After getting the bomb dropped on me, having a cigarette, and feeling like I was going to throw up, I thought about it. "Hmmm, my girlfriend while I was a Jr. In College was right...shit...".
So yeah, am I an angry person? Yep. Am I in need of therapy? Clearly. Because when I lose my shit, typically people tend to be a bit terrified and say "you need therapy".
Does that make my rants wrong? No fucking way. Not like I'm undereducated or anything. Even with my low grade insanity, I'm still exponentially smarter than Honey Boo-Boo, but yet I'm still curious to know why so many people put stock into what she has to say.
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