Full of sound and fury and... you get the idea.

Abhoring blogs is a contradiction on my part; however, blogs are just so... self-involved it's too much for me at times. It's as if I should concentrate on making all of my blogs read as one of my research papers for my biology lab. I should cite my sources. Keep it dry and dull. Simply facts.

And today was so full of me and my me-ness and the things that surround my me-ness that it is simply disgusting. It's possbile the facts are easier to digest. So they are these:

At approximately 12 am CST, Thursday March 18, 2010, the subject (known from hereon as "Kim") awoke after finishing a nap that commenced at 8 pm. Upon feeding her cats (three in number), she then returned to the bed and turned on the television to channel 73, which features various food based programs and is known as "Food Network." While watching a program featuring a process in creating lemon-herb crusted chicken, Kim received SMS data (heron out refered to as "text message" or simply, "text). The text message was sent by her mother. In the text, her mother conveyed the idea that Kim's brother had experienced a relapse with his coping skills (previously obtained from years of therapy) and that he might be calling her. Kim called her mother to reassure her that first, her brother would never call her and, second, that he possibly had issues with medication.

After approximately two hours, Kim had completed the following: call her brother, get yelled at by her brother, stay up for two hours attempting to call her brother after he hangs up on her. According to her brother, Kim is doing all of these things because she "doesn't give one flying fuck about him" (Thursday, Approx. 1 am, Kim's Brother). Kim finally made the decision to try to salvage the night's sleep.

At approximately 11 am CST, Thursday March 18, 2010, Kim has completed the following: call every possible resource she has to find out if her brother made it home alive, skip work so she could call said resources, and was yelled at by her brother for calling all of her resources.

Subject has seem to have made progress in the following areas:
1. Showing sympahty/empathy for another
2. Coping with anger and sadness and failure effectively
3. Realizing that Rule #1 has been broken and, therefore, has ruined her day.

END

So, this brings us here: the "rules" are rules I have that keep my life in order and keep me from feeling anxious/fearful/unwanted. I'll be honest, I'm not sure how many rules I have but we'll work through a couple in the next few blogs.

So, some basic rules that need no explanation (to an extent):
1. One may not shower or bathe with the toilet seat up. Preferably, bathing should
occur in a seperate location from the toilet.

2. When a conversation has entered an awkward moment, ALWAYS let the participant(s) know that you are not sure what needs to be said or done next. Verbalize your acknowledgement of the lull in the conversation.

3. It is almost never appropiate to allow seperate food items on the same plate to touch. However, there are some exceptions. Here are a few amendments to the food-touching rule:
A. Jellied cranberries and turkey and/or stuffing are allowed to be eaten in conjuction with one another.
B.Mashed potatoes and sweet peas or whole kernel corn or French style green beans.
C.Sauteed vegatables and most meat products (lamb is questionable and needs further testing).

4. NEVER EVER EVER allow someone to hurt one's person physically, mentally, emotionally, etc. Retaliation is never a method of response. When one is hurt, they stay hurt.

So cheers for tonight.