I think I need to have a nervous breakdown. I'm just wondering how I get over that initial hump of crazy. Are there forms you need to submit, or anything?
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I think I need to have a nervous breakdown
You need to have someone handy who can take care of everything, though, while you go through a graceful, poetic decline. It's the biggest downside to being a competent, independent adult, there's no one handy to pick up the slack when you decide to have a good long-term swoon.
It's the biggest downside to being a competent, independent adult, there's no one handy to pick up the slack when you decide to have a good long-term swoon.
Those are very true words.
Dammit. Nervous breakdown TBD.
I have nothing to add to the wank discussion except to say that I'm making a muffuletta for dinner. For reals.
First you make a baby, now this. Is there nothing you won't try?
I think I need to have a nervous breakdown. I'm just wondering how I get over that initial hump of crazy. Are there forms you need to submit, or anything?
You might be having one, right now. I think I had one this winter, or at least was on the brink, but I never realized it until I was better, and neither did anyone else (at least not anyone who thought I ought to be hospitalized or anything).
You need to have someone handy who can take care of everything, though, while you go through a graceful, poetic decline.If it's graceful and poetic, it's probably not a nervous breakdown.
I don't even think they give a 'nervous breakdown' diagnosis any more, which is a total rip-off.
total rip-off
I know? Women on the Verge of a Hairy-assed Huge Anxiety Attack just doesn't have the same ring to it.
If it's graceful and poetic, it's probably not a nervous breakdown
I may be confusing it with those old-fashioned standards "a decline" or "the vapors" (which I think is just gas).
If it's graceful and poetic, it's probably not a nervous breakdown.
True fact.
cereal:
There's a line I like in a book, when a grown-up daughter is complimenting her mother on having been so tough during the hard times Mom has lived through and how Daughter doesn't think she could cope: "Rubbish, you'd be fine. The streets aren't full of weeping women sitting on curbs."
You might be having one, right now.
That might start explaining some stuff.
Come undone. Of all the phrases out there, that one I prefer (strange thing to prefer.) Growing up it was come unglued, but undone doesn't make me think of all the action figues we repaired with epoxy.
That said...I'm sorry, ita.