Paranoid nondroid

I actually did go insane for a bit. Brought on by a combination of MASSIVE DRUGS and my Pringles personality. Once I pop I can't stop.


Every Saturday night I'd chuck pills down my neck until I well and truly twated and I'd gurn my way through the next hour or so & as soon as there was a let up I'd pop another rinse & repeat till Sunday lunchtime when I would drink myself to sleep. I did this almost every weekend for a decade. During this time I held down a decent job met loads of nice people. I also met the lovely Mrs Duck and we bought a house together. But come the weekend I'd be dressed like a UV medieval court jester jumping about in a field to repetitive beats off my chops.

That was until I became a loony. A full on paranoid mental loony. Everyone had it in for me. The DJ's on the radio were talking about me. The papers/magazines ran stories about me. Strangers were talking about me behind my back & even my friends were plotting my doom. They told me it was all in my head but they would say that wouldn't they? It was a scary time.

I did eventually put it down to the drug abuse (Duh!) and stopped everything and sought help. The doctor put me on these anti-psychotic drugs that helped. I wasn't thinking paranoid thoughts, I wasn't thinking anything. I felt like I was wrapped up in cotton wool. One day after sitting at my computer at the Ctrl-Alt-Del login from 9 until 12 I decided to stop taking the tablets and emerged from my chrysalis of mong. A shining, clear thinking, drug free butterfly. The anti-psychotics basically gave my brain a holiday.

I came though it slightly scarred (physically and mentally) but otherwise okay.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 15:35, 1 reply)

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( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 16:16, closed)