I heard yesterday about this girl that was allergic to peanuts. Her boyfriend ate a peanut butter sandwich and then gave her a kiss. She died that evening from her allergic reaction. Oh man.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
on a manic depressive scale of 1-10, right now I am an 11. I just got done crying to my mom on the phone (aren't mommies great?) and now have a sudden case of the giggles. Tell me something stupid, anything at all, and I'll prolly think it's funny.
This could be a serious personality flaw. The DSM IV would think so. But since it's not a long-standing characteristic, I don't think I could be diagnosed with it. And since I'm not qualified (and too mentally inept) to diagnose myself as mentally inept, I'll continue pretending to lead the normal life.
But really, because crying is such a cathartic experience, I think it must release an endorphin of some type in my brain and so then laughing just becomes so easy. It's pretty refreshing, really. I think it was an old Jewish proverb, or maybe a Chinese one, that said, "What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul." Ah, those Chinese Jews. What will they think of next?
Posted by chrishley at 9:59 PM