Google Made Me Do It

As some of you may have read, I have a crush on my professor aka The One Who is a Silver Fox. He’s no longer my professor and I don’t have to take his courses anymore. I’m still enrolled at the university though. The fact that I don’t have to take his classes anymore has unbridled my passion despite this failed attempt. It felt like the levee finally broke!

When I took his classes, I knew not to cross the line. It helped to police my desire. Well, as of late, I have been breaking all the rules! I have been more than cordial. I have been flirting up a storm! It started when he greeted me in the hallway a couple of weeks ago. I replied, “Hi sexy,” and sashayed down the hallway like I was Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter hunty. He giggled nervously. The response was quite odd for an older gentleman but then again, he’s on odd person. I thought it was kinda cute.

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Yeah. I’m sexy. Look back at it, bitch!

This alone was not enough to quench my thirst. Yes. I can admit I was acting thirsty y’all. I got away with even more subtle (and not so subtle) flirting and had to push the boundaries a little more. And how did I do that? Of course I did the most stalker-ish and creepiest thing possible—I Googled his ass! I found out his personal email and cell phone number. I contacted him via text and added him to yahoo messenger. I know it’s weird but please pick your jaw off the floor for a few moments. I’ve done weirder shit in my lifetime. The messages were playful and few and far between. I was not being a slut bucket about it which was difficult because slutbucketism is one of my specialties.

As you may have guessed, he did not respond to any of my messages. The intelligent part of my brain was not surprised. The bipolar-y/thoughts of grandeur side of my brain wanted a different outcome. A hot steamy kiss in the elevator like Anastasia and Christian a la “50 Shades”? A kiss in the pouring rain like “The Notebook”? A rendition of Fitz passionately overwhelming a lip quivering Olivia Pope?

Make both of my lips quiver Mr. President!

Make both of my lips quiver Mr. President!

Thinking back, I feel quite silly for my behavior. He probably thinks I’m some kind of psycho if he’s aware that it is me. Technically, I never identified myself but I my Yahoo id probably gave it away. Honestly, The Devil Google made me do it. Should I apologize though? What if his laugh was not meant to be cute? What if he was actually terrified?

Excuse the Bipolar…

The past few days have been pretty dark for me. I wasted days either drinking copious amounts of wine, listening to music without regards for my neighbors, watching porn and masturbating. I had so many important things to do but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. All of my intentions felt weighed down by bricks. Really large depressing bricks.

Today I woke up after 11am. Irritated. Withdrawn. Wishing that everything around me would burn to the ground.

Whenever I feel this way, I go to my closet and look inside my box of crazy containment. What is my box of crazy containment? Months’ worth of medication—Abilify and fluoxetine (generic form for Prozac) in a shoe box. I look at them and wonder. I don’t wonder if I should take them consistently. I look at them and wonder if I should take them all at once to stop the pain.

Say hello to my little friends.

Say hello to my little friends. Enemies? Frienemies?  Hard to tell at times.

Intellectually, I know that wouldn’t be such an awesome idea. I also think about what my mom said, “Don’t kill yourself. Insurance don’t pay if you kill yourself.” I imagine her struggling to pay for my funeral. I can also imagine how her crazy daughter has brought shame upon to the family yet again. As if I didn’t bring her enough shame as a promiscuous teen and directionless adult. Aren’t I quite the prize? Don’t answer that question.

She still helps me out on my bills every month. This month she gave me $300 and nearly all of it went on credit card bills. I’ve acquired even more credit card debt since this post. It is suffocating. Sometimes I just want to abandon all these bills and give my mom and me a rest. Maybe I should.

School is becoming suffocating. I have several papers due in less than a month. A bulk of them are for a class that I cannot seem to grasp. Maybe I should have chosen Creative Writing instead. I have no passion for this subject. Silver Fox made school more bearable but since my awkward seduction stunt, I feel so weird around him.

I still don’t even know what my passion is. I have no clue about what to do with my life. I’m f*cking 34 years old. What the f*ck is wrong with me? Sometimes I wish I can run away from it all.

Feeling restless, I searched for “bipolar disorder” in Netflix. The documentary Of Two Minds came up. I watched it and it resonated with me to a certain extent. I felt like it only scratched the surface though.

Maybe I should do a documentary on bipolar disorder. Become a hooker? A bank robber? A nun? A nomad? Nah. Maybe I should just go to sleep and hope there isn’t a day #5 of this bullshit! I want to feel normal again.