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Question of The Week - No Rhyme or Reason

This happened to me a couple of weeks ago: I misplaced my cell phone. I needed to update my plan, anyway, so I walked into the AT&T store and told the sales clerk: Cheapo replacement phone, new simplified phone plan.   To me, a phone is a phone. Don't make my life any more complicated than...
Anonymous
Anonymous
8/19/09 4:47pm

Sometimes those spur of the moment choices can be the best ones you ever make

8/27/09 12:44pm

it seems that when i decide to wait, i still decide to buy what the impulses  tell me to want.  and they are usually the things that god is telling me to use as tools and then i obviously use them.---need them.

respectfully,

darkangel    

8/19/09 11:09pm

Admittedly, I overanalyze to a fault. Breaking out my Mirriam-Webster's Dictionary, it confirmed that reason can be defined (amongst others) as sanity or intelligence.

 

Sanity? Absolutely! I even have the battle scars to prove it. I have experienced hallucinations during manic periods. Demons were driving me to jump from my 5th story window. Most would agree that this symptoms is definately indicative of an absence of sanity. But I never lost reason in the sense that I could think logically, referring to the other defination of reason. I knew if I responded to those voices, I would fall five stories to my probable death. Instead, I talked with an understanding listener on the cell while driving myself to the hospital. I knew that although the hallucinations appeared real that they were just a symptom of a severe manic spell and that my medication needed to be adjusted. 

 

Your trip to the phone store sounded fun. It is nice to occasionally indulge spontanity... as long as it is within reason.

8/21/09 12:59am
Impulse buy? This trumps it. I sent this email at the start of-a-yet-on-going rapid cycling and retched mania. (Resperal was added to the witches brew today.) It was impulsive like your cell phone purchase yet something I had been threatening to do it for a long time. Recently (at this mania beginning about 6 weeks ago (I track these things) I was sitting on some bags of fertilizer at Lowes holding two Big Boy tomato plants and thinking about cow manure and whether I wanted to be tomato fertilizer or not when I died. Cremated and sprinkled on tomatoes. I decided not. My kids don’t eat tomatoes and that is the only plant I would want to fertilize. Nor did I want to be sprinkled somewhere to become sewage or sludge or acid rain. Or be divided into three urns for the kids who may or may not pitch them into the local dump depending on THEIR mood or be in urns displayed the mantles above Christmas stockings to be pointed at: "Yep, that's Mom," and then re-inherited by great-grandkids I don't know and have some great or not so great-great grandchild oops knock it over running wild in the house. In that case, would I be swept up and tossed out or would I be re-urned? Or would ash-urned-me eventually be sold in some 23rd century version of a garage sale? And caskets? Are you kidding me? Pay to dress up a dead thing? That just isn't even an option worth discussing so we won't. And I don't want to rot on our local UT Body Farm for forensic scientists to examine. Puke. Maggot rot me not. Wouldn’t I be better on the front end to simply let my BP brain further science? So here is the email, one I have mentioned to the family several times that I might write and they have pooh-poohed or protested or complained about: Dear Mr./Dr. Wilkins: This is in regard to the possible donation of my remains after death to the Deeded Body Program at The University of Iowa Carver College of Medicine. I am a 60-year-old female and while I have no intention of dying soon (!) I want to make plans for your University to receive my anatomy and tissue for study when I am deceased. Why Iowa? We live in Tennessee and it is a joke in the family that if Mom ever runs away under duress they will simply look for her in Iowa. After all, no one would ever think to run away to Iowa of all places. Except me. So, I've decided to make good on the idea. In the end, I am going to run away to Iowa. However, I will be easily located: at your University. So, please send me the information or forms I need to arrange this upcoming event, which I hope will occur in the distant future. Have a good day. But please send the forms by mail or via the web, no joke. (My name an all the other stuff went here) So when I croak, just I will be split open on some slab in Iowa frustrating young people who are trying to handle me. In death as in life. Actually, I really do want to contribute something somewhere. If you have ever seen a dissection or a surgery you are just humbled and amazed. The intact human body is the most amazing perfect packaging job you can imagine, an unknown story bathed in red fluid. Body donation is an unknown story that ultimately affects someone else's unknown story that affects another unknown story, unknown story unknown story. Lost in the cosmos. Kokookajoo. Kick over the urn. Eat them tomatoes. Rot those maggots. It's my Iowa party. Now THAT’S an impulse decision. Long-mulled-over-and-manic-nudged. The forms have arrived and are waiting for my signature. And I am still just manic enough to sign them. Of course as I write I am thinking all this is very funny. I AM manic after all. (Though for the most part this particular episode has been ruled by the exhausting furies. But as we know, something always happens NEXT.)
8/24/09 4:10pm

All the time!  Sometimes I can manage to give it 24 hrs. before committing or moving on it.  Usually by then I have changed my mind.  I did that the other day.  I have been out of work for over a year because of health probs. and was looking into starting a new business.  It souned great at the time (as always).  This time, I wrote an actual business plan.  I put it down and looked at it the next day and realized, it just was not going to work as I had initially thougt.  Actually, it sounded rather stupid.    If I had presented this to someone, they would have carted me away (like that hasen't happened before) for plain stupidity!  Now, on to the next manic creation...and awayyyy.....Wink

8/26/09 10:27am

Spontaneity, irresponsibility, impusiveness and reckless abandonment of rationality are all words and phrases that could be used to describe my bouts with loss of reason which range from suicide attempts to having my tongue pieced and buying a dog.  I got help for the suicidal tendencies, I swallowed the back of the piecing rod while I was sleeping so had to remove the rod and the hole closed immediately but I still have the dog and she's the best little companion I could ever ask for.  By and large, part of my coping and managing skills to avoid impusive behaviors include "The 3x3 Rule", wait 3 days and ask 3 friends if it's a good idea. 

8/27/09 9:54pm

Hey Rosebud;

That is the best advice I have heard of!! 

I too have loss of reason and did all the things that u have written, and I too also have the most gorgeous little companion! Wouldn't be without her. My piercing was in the top lip (at 46 what was I thinking??) which caused a huge fight with my reasonably new partner...In between my tears and eating some toast the stud backing came out and i swallowed it!! So that was that over and done with:)

 

but now I will always remember 3 days, 3 friends, cheers  ;0)

8/26/09 1:43pm

:)

Anonymous
Anonymous
8/27/09 11:34am

I like to drive fast. 90 on a back country road with too many curves. Scares me and thrills me at the same time. That's why when I'm manic, I try to avoid driving and definitely avoid the scenic route.

Anonymous
Sara Will Do
8/27/09 12:29pm

I woke up one morning and decided to buy a brand new Jeep Wrangler. Why? I dunno. Up until that moment I wasn't even thinking about buying a car, let alone a new one. But I did it. And I did it by taking out a bank loan using my house as collateral. Did that on a whim too! Now I admit I loved the Jeep and it served me well; I had it for more than 10 years without one single problem. Then on a whim (damn whims!) I gave it to my nephew -- who wasn't even looking to buy a car.

 

I hope you enjoy your new phone as much as I enjoyed my Jeep. Meanwhile I'm still trying to figure out why I bought it in the first place. (Of course we all know the answer is a 7 letter word that starts with the letter "b" and ends with the letter "r".)

 

The story would be funnier if I hadn't eventually lost my house due to additional impulses that buried me in debt. (And wouldn't you know it, NOW I need a new phone!)

8/29/09 4:29am
What's this 7 letter word beginning with B and ending in Y. I can not work it out ? Am I being dense ?
8/27/09 12:37pm

i have a rhythym and a rhyme to my impulsivity it seems.  i always have a good reason to do what i do.  it also seems that i thought about what i  did and have control over my impulsive behavior.   i don't know....sue me!

respectfully,,

darkangel

 

 

8/27/09 12:45pm

How can you tell the difference between manic or hypomanic impulsivity and just plain ole bad decision making?

8/27/09 9:33pm

Hi, I just wanted to share my own journey into the wide, weird and obnoxious world of impulsive-compulsive behavior that's so typical of us that are bi-polar.

I used to purchase a vehicle every six-eight months without fail. Didn't matter if the car needed slight, minimal repair or not; I'd just get an itch to change and I'd satisfy the itch and head for the dealership. As my job and income grew so did my requirements: bigger and more power and luxury; everything to do with my own self-image to mirror my own self-regard when manic which could know no equal! I've had any number of luxury imports, imported sports, american luxury cars, and except for the ultimate British car (Rolls) I haven't really experienced any other ultimate excepting for the Lamborghini or Ferrarri.

Once, when moving into a condominium in Seattle and my piano (a larger grand) couldn't be moved up a series of stairs (service) to my unit, (older condo, no elevator) I traded in my larger grand and bought a new Steinway baby grand! (Justifying the purchase by the inconvenience experienced by the movers thus far).

Once, in college, having had a few weeks of deep depression or "blues" as they used to be referred to, I called Pan Am, got a student stand by ticket to Honolulu for the next morning and took off from school for a week with absolutely no one knowing but for my room mate knowing where I was. I had exacted a promised from him: swearing that he was not to tell anyone where I was until my return....my life has been a series of impulsivities...clearly demarcating one chapter of my life to the next.

I was so relieved when I was diagnosed manic-depressive by my psychiatrist fifteen-twenty years ago as I had never owned up to this pattern of behavior with him until I wrote it all down in a letter to him and mailed it to him. He had actually been treating me for chronic depression for quite some time and he called me one afternoon after having read my letter and said simply that I was bi-polar.

thx jon

 

 

thx. jon 

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