Parts of my family are like an episode of Jerry Springer.

I totally sympathize!

Compulsive gambling? Check
Alcoholism? Check
Schizophrenia? Check

We put the fun in dysfunctional.

I must clean my hideous office today. This will be a whole-day undertaking, and may involve actual undertaking considering it may kill me.

We put the fun in dysfunctional.

My family puts the FU into dysfunctional instead. On top of the sickness issues (for which I could have more sympathy, but some of the sufferers are really flaunting it and unconcerned with their impact) there are also too many truly unpleasant BPD characters who aren't ill at all, just making life miserable for the rest of us.

However, there are marvellous people there too. It's the flip side to an extended family that keeps tabs on each other.

And if you were ever wondering where teh ghey was, if the 10% didn't seem to be reflected in your family? Don't worry. We got that slack picked up for you, on both sides. Gayest people ever, which is mighty ironic for Jamaicans.

My groceries were delivered, and about half the order was missing. Looks like the driver just forgot a bunch of bags. Just called customer service, and they're calling the driver. I'm missing half of pretty much everything I was planning to make with this stuff -- I've got bread but no sandwich fillings, pasta but no sauce, and so on. I want lunch!

I've got bread but no sandwich fillings, pasta but no sauce

Starch delivery!

It looks like I'm missing everything canned or jarred, and half the boxed stuff. I did get fake turkey, though, so I made myself a sandwich with that for lunch.

Someone from a psychological questionnaire I took last week (I'm very nice and trying to help on the whole "can you please fill my questionnaire for my research for free?" karma, for I know I need it myself for my anthropology experiments in human beings) just called me, trying to schedule another appointment for part B of it. Part B which only selected few, as he promised, would enter.

Since said questionnaire I filled was about clinical depression and my opinions about psychological treatment for it (of course, I know that's not what they're really after), I wonder if I should be alarmed.

Mostly since I just took some placebo-herbal-calming-whatever to cope with 1. the writing of sociologists who think they can narrow down the entire economy of the past 600 years into a theory of how the West rose (ah. Lovely people who refuse to acknowledge the fact that the West is losing since 1945), and 2. that I can't keep up with my studying material and homework rate anymore, 2 weeks before the academic year ends. I was at 90-95% of reading every paper and book and summarizing and all till now, and in the past week and a half I'm at 70% and 3. I'm beginning to acknowledge that even though the past 2-3 weeks were very hectic and all the things that happen with the flotilla and in my country, Maybe I do have some sort of a rage problem. I'd like to think of it, you know, as the "won't tolerate any shit from you, fuckhead" attitude, but dunno. Maybe I'm too fast to turn up the flames and calling the idiots out.

Pfft, psychology. < /Bones>

Shir, maybe they need a balance of folks, some they suspect have depression, some not, in order to have good test data. When did you take this survey? You have had some major life incidents in the past few months. Did the survey line up with one of those? It might have skewed data. Also, if they are students, I'm guessing they would not be the most qualified to diagnose clinical depression. Lastly, if you are clinically depressed, well, it's not something to stress out about. Learning of a condition can be the first step to addressing it. Don't speculate. Focus your energies on the tasks at hand. You have enough on your plate. You don't need your mind over thinking on a topic that might not need any energy at all.

Lastly... {{{{{ Shir }}}}} The last few weeks are always the most difficult.

omnis, sweetie, the worry is unnecessary. Sure, I have a lot on my plate. So what?

I think their research, IIRC (I didn't really listen to that part. Just wanted to fill the questionnaire and go away (my professors now give 5 minutes from every class for them to beg us to fill the questionnaires)), is something about child psychology. Not sure how it relate to us, but the questionnaire was about depression and treatment - which means that's NOT what they were actually checking, of course.

Anyhow, I don't feel depressed. Really. Just wish there were 35 hours per day. And a country with saner leadership. Or just a leadership.

Breaking in to say: I have proof that I have completely dorkified my child.

To wit:

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