This is a story about itchy feet...

It's traditionally said that risk taking, spending money, taking on big projects, working hard, not sleeping much, talking quickly, impatience, irritability, intolerance and a flood of creativity and ideas, are all hallmarks of bipolar mania. I say that these things are the result of being held back for years and years. I say that these are the which things happen when a talented and energetic individual finally 'snaps' and unleashes their abilities on the world, having been constricted and constrained artificially, to the detriment of their mental health.

I say that everybody should be able to go at their own natural pace.

I say that to artificially constrain people - with different needs and abilities - and to force them to conform to an accepted norm - to act as if they're perfectly average - is making people sick, and we call that sickness "bipolar" when it's actually just being different; atypical.

It's true that I spend too much money, take excessive risks, take on gargantuan projects, work excessively hard, don't sleep enough, talk too fast to be understood and I get impatient, irritable and intolerant of dullards, but this so-called "mood" doesn't have an origin which can only be explained in terms of a brain defect. A much more reasonable and rational explanation is that it's extremely difficult to fit into a world which seems to move at snail's pace. It's extremely difficult to live your life when many people are trying to slow you down, get in your way, thwart or otherwise frustrate and annoy you, quite deliberately. It's extremely frustrating to live your life not being able to go at your natural pace.

If this is starting to sound like I think I'm better than other people, that's not what I'm saying. We're just different.

The world needs steady eddies. The world needs people who struggle to understand basic concepts and have to be spoon-fed. The world needs people who are unable to work independently and who are completely unable to complete complicated projects. The world needs vast numbers of voice-activated humanoid flesh-robots, to perform simple menial tasks, and thankfully there are vast numbers of imbecilic dolts who are prepared to manufacture these brain-dead beasts in their wombs; too stupid and ignorant to be cursed with existential angst and racked with guilt about the unethical decision to create more sentient beings who are aware of their own mortality and the shitness of their pitiful existence.

Damn, I'm doing it again, aren't I?

Honestly, I really don't care if your main qualification is that you can keep an office chair warm for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. I really don't care that your idea of a life is to keep turning up at the place you're told, doing what you're told to do, and otherwise keeping your brain in a pickle jar until the day you die. That's your choice, not mine. You do you, and I'll do me. It's not my place to tell you how to live your life. It's not my place to judge.

But.

When you get in my fucking way and force me to pretend to be just like you then you're really messing with my mental health. I can pretend to be just like you, for a while, but eventually I snap.

When I've been constricted and constrained unhappily and unhealthily for a long time, there are consequences. Like a compressed spring, suddenly releasing all that captured energy can cause an unpredictable rebound. It's difficult to safely and gradually release that pent-up energy. It's better not to let the energy build up dangerously in the first place, and the way to avoid that is to not try to hammer square pegs into round holes.

I'm spending money. I'm taking spontaneous trips. I'm doing wildly unpredictable things.

All of this should be expected because I've been artificially constricted and constrained for so long, which is incredibly unhealthy for me.

Tags: #bipolar