Mmmm Narcotics

[jamesq]

So I'm still sick. The infection in my lungs that I was hoping would long since be gone has migrated to my throat and raged to life. Went to the doctor again and got a new prescription for antibiotics. This time he also prescribed a cough syrup with codeine in it, hence my inability to drive cars or think clearly now.

It's unfortunate really because I had a big damn blog half written in my head about my recent belch of depression and how to deal with it, but the words are now vague and half-formed - ever-so-slightly out of reach of my mind now. Here's the short version:

• Saturday's party was good but reminded me of some unpleasant truths.
  
• A lifetime of heading down the wrong neural pathways, combined with an Illness affecting your brain chemistry equals same old depression that I thought I had licked. The rainy day didn't help much either.
  
• I really need to get out and meet more people if I want to date.
  
• I refuse to classified as a nice guy - especially since these gals seem to have Nice Guy Syndrome pegged. Hint, it's not the girls who are the problem.
  
• I'm reading a book on how to date. It's written in a funny, geeky way, but seems to have some good advice in it.
  
• Half the advice consists of lying, which I'm not really prepared to do. Hopefully the other half will be sufficient.

Comments

Tarzan say:

[wackynephews.livejournal.com]

Lying bad...truth good.

I agree with the Bitches in the article. The problem is never being a nice guy, it's being a Nice Guy. Most humans like to have someone in their lives that will say "Bullshit!" and that includes most women. Call it negative attention or call it someone being honest with you, it boils down to the same thing, we all want someone who is willing to care enough to cry "Bullshit!".