I slept almost all day. I asked my mom what connected stress, anger, irritation and the like with anxiety. Her answer ended up annoying me. As I took a shower I mulled over it and entered a sarcastic-like state and did a bit of mocking. To counter-fuel that mocking I would go, “Oh, so what is the fear driving this moment of annoyance now?” I also thought of the movie Donnie Darko. The spectrum of LOVE and FEAR. Heh. I also thought of Good Will Hunting and the therapy sessions.
I talked to her again after the shower. “So, does that mean every sense of anger, aggitation, blah, blah, blah stem from anxiety then?” She pretty much said yes and there was some other things said I cannot remember. Somehow we got to talking about my dissasociation with the human race.
My mom went to a site and on it listed seven signs of it. Six out of seven were me. I wondered if that meant I was schitzoid rather than one with asperger’s. My mom thinks I am both. Joy. I took half of the mentioned med. I have that feeling people get when gravity seems to be even working against him or her.
All in all, I just thought I’d type this lovely crap up. I feel “lazy” at the moment however. The med? Who knows. I just know my head does not like thinking a whole lot right now.