Thursday, May 9, 2013 10:50:38 AM
i have an old friend whose parents admitted him to the psych ward at the hospital i was born in. im still not completely sure why he was there, no one has told me the full story yet, but from what i gathered it wasnt good. he was there for over a month. i was busy and didnt get the chance to see him. a week or so after he was let out i came by his parents place to see him. he was a lot like the way that was described in this story. we tried playing a round in halo, and i noticed he just stopped playing at one point. i hate going out to bars and such, but i was trying to convince him to come out and have a few drinks, maybe meet some girls, i got nothing from him. i understand that he alone is going to have to pull him out of his funk, and that there isnt much i can do to help except being there for him, it just sucks sitting around waiting for my buddy to find his shriveled up piece of corn.
Thursday, May 9, 2013 10:15:19 AM
Whenever i read stories like this and examen my own past i find it fascinating that it seems to be tiny trivial silly things that put you on track again. for me it was my dog staring at me very seriously and then burping straigh in my face, looking all suprised about it. laughed for two day's everytime i looked at my doggy.
Thursday, May 9, 2013 9:39:10 AM
And then, after feeling really, really happy in a psychotic sort of way for a while you get to go backwards through those stages again! Woo hoo!!
I think that there's so much value in retaining a child-like outlook on life. Forgetting how to play must really suck. When I go to the park I sit in the sandbox and build castles...for some reason kids approach me. Yesterday I had seven boys flocked around me all peacefully participating in the same game. It was great...and totally made me forget that I`d turned my phone off for two weeks and slammed a door in a concerned social workers face.