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For every good, a bad. Or something. Yesterday was fucking brilliant, which of course didn't make it on here because there's a cosmic rule about happy lj posts. Or something. And somehow the knowledge that this is probably just withdrawal effects from switching goddamned medicines? That this distress is not "real"? That it isn't justified, my feelings about myself are untrustworthy? It doesn't help.
Sometimes I like to talk about how I think there was never such a thing as a ne'er-do-well, and that that is why people percieve this age as an insane, over-diagnose-y, everyone-has-to-have-a-disorder society; I think we're actually juust getting around to trying to understand the ne'er-do-wells, who sure as fuck weren't happy that way anyway.
Then again, sometimes I just think it's a bunch of excuses, ADD is an excuse I use to evade responsibility for the fact that I just can't hack it in the "real world" (or any world), and ne'er-do-well?
Is more of a prophecy.
Sometimes I like to talk about how I think there was never such a thing as a ne'er-do-well, and that that is why people percieve this age as an insane, over-diagnose-y, everyone-has-to-have-a-disorder society; I think we're actually juust getting around to trying to understand the ne'er-do-wells, who sure as fuck weren't happy that way anyway.
Then again, sometimes I just think it's a bunch of excuses, ADD is an excuse I use to evade responsibility for the fact that I just can't hack it in the "real world" (or any world), and ne'er-do-well?
Is more of a prophecy.