(Insert Title Here.) Or a blistering post about how so many readers simply SUCK.

There is some question in my mind if people who Google, look at blogs and participate on the net simply want sanitized, easy to understand, made for them parcels of information that all make sense, and life is rosy.

Well, if you are researching something, I say yeah, staying in the normal range of easy everything sounds great. I went to college. I know how it is. I look things up. I want a straight answer, minus all the major minutiae and cr*p. (Unless I’m writing a paper. Then I delve into all minutiae to drive myself into insanity. But, that’s just me.)

That must go down the drain on my blog. Get it and go. Understand quickly, and leave. Either people don’t understand my English, which is entirely possible (I’ve been known to speak quite fast. It’s a bipolar thing, you may not understand.), or its too boring or too damn hard to read or care about another’s inner crap.

What can I say? I could say, I could print symptoms of Bipolar I disorder, and how I, at least, handle them here - what? as some kind of guide for people too bored, stupid, or impatient to figure it out for themselves, or give a blueprint for every fake out there. Did I ever mention how I hate bipolar/mentally ill fakes? Why don’t you find yourself another hobby, such as how to off yourself with little to no mess for others?

I’m not going to apologize for putting my real feelings, my real angst out on the web. If you can get through my last post, I’d say if nothing else the overall hope is that you know that there is someone out there just as, or more, screwed up than you are. That ought to be a fantastic thing for you, in times of need, to contemplate and feel good about.

Bipolar and life are nothing if they are not just insanely complex. If I could fit that on a license plate I ought to do it (ISNLY CMPLX) because that would just cover it. I don’t have to tell you my specific problems, for clearly they are of no interest. Do you need pretty pictures, or someone to say that life is wonderful, ducky, a dream? You don’t want to hear how some of us struggle enormously merely from an emotional aspect, let alone additionally with all the other stuff that a regular normie bitches and moans about on a day to day basis?

Well then, this blog was not made for you. Clearly states in my profile who I am. Not just the zillions of hobbies I’ve got, the movies I love, the mere implication that I don’t read much since there are no favorite books, but for the world to know I’m bipolar y brilliante. I don’t expect you to be like me, let’s be real, unique is for a reason, savvy? I’ve been so lucky to meet wonderful people through this blog I don’t need this thing except to do exactly what it ends up being: a near chronicle of ups and downs, happy picture this day, insightful stuff that nobody give a cr&p for the next. I do have a question though.

Who are you?

Perhaps it’s good that I don’t know. I might not f’n care about you either.