Words

Mobile phone call - Anzya91

He Said:

There are times when you have to keep your mouth shut. Like when she asks if her best friend is prettier than her. Or when her voice makes that inflection at the end of every sentence signaling an itch for a fight.




Then there are times when you have to speak up. Like when her asshole of a boss makes her work overtime three weekends in a row for no extra pay and no chance of a promotion on the horizon. Or when she asks you, all innocent, where you're gonna be on the evening of the 25th, three months before your birthday.


Me, I'm an action kind of man. I prefer no words at all when I can do something, anything. I don't trust words when they are out there in the world detached from me and taking on a life of their own. Texts, emails, even drunken two am booty calls have come back to bite me in the ass. But this is a new one. This magic curve ball that she throws at me bears no talk or action. I'm the one thing I can't take being, out-maneuvered, slung out and helpless. Damn.

She Said:

What are you supposed to think when a man calls you bipolar?

While I wasn't offended as such (wrong I know but I can't help conjure the image of a cute, cuddly white bear confused about his sexual orientation) I did start to find myself wondering about insanity.

From what I can gather on the accurately informative Wikepdia, bipolar basically means, to one degree or another, moody, with a broad spectrum of symptoms that range from mild swings (what I call being female) to delusions and hallucinations. And many extremely talented artists have suffered from the condition from Virgina Woolf to Sylvia Plath. So does that mean madness gives you the creative upper hand?

What happened to the days when you could call a mood, a mood, without being subject to psychiatric evaluation? What's the point in going through life swimming through a wave of calm when it was quite clearly intended to drive you crazy? Otherwise, God wouldn't have invented traffic, queues or crying babies - and the artists who cut off their ears wouldn't now be selling paintings in excess of however-many-millions of dollars.

And surely if you prescribed everyone with happy pills to stop the voices or Steve Jobs comes up with an app. for that, then the world starts to wilt and maybe fade a little.

I suppose what I am trying to say is, if life love and everything in between does drive you nuts - you're one of the lucky ones. So don't knock it. Even if it means someone has to put a label on it.