…..and I just can’t hide it!
No, I’m not about to lose control and head back to Hypomania Land, I’m just happy about something that’s happening tomorrow. I can’t go into detail because I don’t want to tip my hand, but if it goes well, my life is going to change BIG time, and in a good way. We shall see……nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Also, I finally got to meet an online friend in person today, and she is every bit as delightful and funny as she is in the forum we both frequent. She and her friend were in my area for a college football game, and since we’ve wanted to meet for YEARS, we visited a Starbucks here in town.
This is the second time this year that I’ve gotten to meet someone IRL that I’ve only known online. Amazing, how the Internet brings together people who would otherwise never have known the others even existed, and then to find out we all live within a 500-mile radius of one another, with me right smack-dab in the middle…..well, it’s pretty damned awesome if you ask me.
It’s nice to be back in the general neighborhood of Normal, USA. Of course, I’m a little disappointed at being reminded that YES, I’m still bipolar, no matter how well I’m doing at a given time. Even my husband, Will, shook his head at me when I was expounding on my theories the other day and said, “Sweetie, the diagnosis is NOT wrong.” But what the hell, it’ll give my psychiatrist a good laugh, and even though I think he is far too easily amused—especially at my expense!—I do get a kick out of that infectious cackle.
My grandfather had a memorable laugh, too. He’s been gone for almost fifty years, but I’ve never forgotten how he practically brayed, like a donkey, when something struck him as genuinely funny. One of those things was luring cows over to the electric fence with some choice grass from our side of the pasture…..they would go for it……ZAP! It didn’t harm the animals, but the surprised look on their faces made Bobba practically weep with laughter: “HeeHAW! HeeHAW! HeeHAW!”
I wish I remembered more about the man, but I figure his laugh is a pretty good legacy to leave a five-year-old whose world tilted on its axis only a couple of months later, when family life as I’d known it changed forever and more than likely gave birth to my illness. You know, the one I don’t have. LOL!