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Dilettantism

In many cases (depressive bipolar being the signal case), those with the disorder tend to be dilettantes, tend not to stick to one thing or another. This probably has something to do with the staying power of confidence – or lack of. Although I’ve been feeling better lately, I don’t take it for granted and I’m only waiting for the next low to hit, in approximately two or three days. Something like that. Dilettantism. What was I saying? What was I trying to do? Oh, yes, that’s right, I was going to try to become a computer programmer even though I’m a writer and TV editor and producer and I have a million other things to occupy my time. But today I’ve got the heebies, the bipolar expansiveness not helped by copious amounts of coffee, Starbuck’s French Roast Bold, and I’m standing here with lines spinning out from me in every direction.

I came across this in Coming Out Crazy:

“Last night, I read the short chapter on “Morality and Self-Respect” and, to quote Marcus Aurelius – “I do my duty. Other things, trouble me not.”

Dr. Pies often illustrates the Stoics ideas with practical contemporary examples, in this case a woman who couldn’t do enough to satisfy her mother – a problem I’ve had.

Do I want to lose my soul in trying? No way. So, after reading Dr. Pies and the ancients, I fell asleep peacefully with the words of Epictetus ringing in my ears: “If you fulfill your duties, you have what belongs to you.” Or as Dr. Pies suggests, “the only real possession to which we may lay claim is our own moral integrity. Everything else in life either belongs to someone else or is beyond our control.”

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On Not Doing Anything

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It’s not that time passes slowly but that time passes emptily. Empty of thoughts other than the self-lacerating kind, the mind passes the time quickly, preoccupied as it is with itself.

Quick: how do other people pass their time on a Sunday afternoon? Errands, trips to the park and the movies? Are they lacerating themselves or entertaining themselves to death? How many emails are they catching up on?

Depression pushes people away. They don’t go off on their own accord. You push them away. By not responding, by not calling back, by acting as if you don’t care about anyone but yourself because, really, let’s look at it face value, open-faced, like a kind of sandwich — you don’t care about other people while you’re depressed. You’re just curious about them, and that’s different than empathy. Psychotic depression. Sociopathic depression.

But you’re good at hiding it. You must act as though you’re not a sociopath today. It’s Sunday and you must not succumb. Your birthday might be coming up and it’s time you grew up and grew out of this.

Quick: what do other people feel?

On setting boundaries with Freedom for Mac

I’m about to check out – or have already checked out, because it’s currently running – a piece of software that disconnects you from the internets for an amount of time of your choosing.

I’m an internet addict. I have an addictive personality to begin with: cigarettes being the worst. But the internet comes in a close second. In fact, while I was on the Freedom webpage (can’t link to it because, obviously, I’m not online right now (I’m using MarsEdit to create this post offline)) I got sucked into reading all their links to the press they’ve gotten. And so, ten online minutes had passed without my noticing them, just after the moment I’d decided to go offline. That’s addiction.

I want to be a writer again, so I’m using Freedom. Let’s hope it works.