The Gemininian Really is Extreme

So yes...

For the past year and a bit now i have noticed that i am not like other people. In fact i think i first said that when i was in grade 10. I am 19 now so yes... that was a long time ago. But for the past year everything has been a little more extreme than usual.

I am already known as an extreme person.
Very loud or very quiet.
Very happy or very sad.
Very energitic or.. well..
partially dead.

Even my test scores reflect my extremability (i don't know if that is a word.. but i just make up words and their spelling... i don't care).

My name is Frederick J. McFabulous... and i found out about a month ago that (like i imagined) i am an extremist. One of the most extreme kind of people you can meet.

And yes there are others out there like me. I am not alone.

So i went to a Psycho McNiatrist a month ago and i was diagnoses with Bipolar Disorder.

GOOD FUN

So that's all for this story.. just an introduction... I find it funny i had this blog before i was diagnosed and the name.

The name truely does suit the blog... so i kept everything and changed what i was going to write about. I figure this is better for me so i can keep track of how i've felt on my journey to become 'stablized'.

maybe i will continue my stapling stories on a later date... it was just my own analogy of the way i view life... stuck in TOB... hence the wanting to get out of TOB when i an Depressed and the not seeing TOB when i am manic... if you even want to call it that.

Changing Things

Screw my stupid story.. i am now going to use this as a way to jot down my thoughts and feelings about my pathetic little life. So ya... here goes...

The craptacular life of a Hole puncher...

So I Fred McFab was doing my usual hole punchy thing in TOB when all of a sudden i realized something was wrong. I was the only hole puncher i knew of. I asked around and nobody seemed to think there was anything wrong. They said i was just growing up and that stapling came with age.

This was hard for me to comprehend. I could never see myself as a stapler. I just didn't ever want to be a stapler nor did i have the potential to become one. So I did something that was pretty crazy considering the circumstances...

I went to get help. All by myself.

So after about 3 months of being bumped around from person to person and having them all try and figure out if there was anything wrong with me at all and if hole punching was in fact a disorder and not a normal way of life, I came across a great stapler. This Stapler was one that knew of hole punchers and he told me that yes, there were other people in TOB like me.

After and hour and a half of talking to this great stapling man he told me that i had HP disorder. A disorder that about 1% of the people in TOB had and then he gave me drugs to fix it...

Now.. he said... I can become a stapler.

Good or Bad?... i didn't know.