PerpetualImperfexion
September 1st, 2012, 11:03 PM
Ok here we go.
I personally feel like life is very short. Because of that I feel like every little thing I do could be "wrong" or "a waste of that time". I'm not sure if that classifies as paranoia, but it is really stressful. I feel like I'm under constant pressure to do the right thing, without knowing whether something is right or wrong. It's not so bad if I don't think about it, but typing this is driving me nuts.
I'm obsessed with lines or shapes I draw being exact. If I draw a line on a poster for a school project, if it even looks like it's off by a little bit, I feel like I'm obligated to redraw it. I do a lot of geometric art, with the compass and the rules and all that good stuff, and it's the same way with that. When I do that kind of art though I feel very relaxed, even when I'm doing the more complex layering. Every time I use kitchen ware (cups, bowls, spoons, etc.) I feel the need to run them under the faucet before using them, despite the fact they have been through the washing machine. Every time I poured something into a cup I would look in the cup and insist that there were little black dots in the liquid, but my mom would always say that it was fine. I don't get that so much anymore, but I just tell myself that if there is something in there it likely isn't harmful.
I feel awkward in certain social situations. I don't have any serious problems at school. I have a few friends that are at my maturity level. Everyone else kind of leaves me alone. I'm not bullied, and I'd be capable of having a friendly conversation with anyone in my grade. I just wouldn't feel comfortable walking up to a group of "mutual acquaintances" and contributing to the conversation.
My dad was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, he takes his meds so it's not even noticeable. My concern is that it might have been passed on to me. Nothing really comes to mind where I've gone from being really nice to a total asshole, but there are certain things that don't add up. I was at a wedding reception a year ago. Everything was cool, I was having fun. But I remember seeing a photographer talking to a family friend and that family friend pointed at me. There were a couple times that night when that particular family friend or his wife would ask if I was ok. I don't remember saying or doing anything that would make them act like this. I was sitting down, watching other people dance. Then the photographer comes over and starts talking to me like I'm a cave person or something. She asks if she can sit down in the chair directly next to me, in a condescending manner almost with a tone like she was afraid I was going to hurt her. I said that was fine and the rest of the night was pretty normal. The other day a girl in my class noticed I had left my flash drive in the school computer and an english paper up on the screen. I was in the english class reading, she was in the computer lab, where I had forgotten my flash drive. She noticed a few mistakes in my paper so she fixed them and printed off the paper (I had already turned in another copy, but the teacher hadn't seen it yet). She came into the room and handed me the paper. I realized I had left my flash drive in the computer so I rushed to get it. She was following at a slightly slower pace when she, unprovoked, said "Don't be mad." I didn't realize the weight of those words until a few minutes ago. Are there gaps in my memory where I've done things that would cause people to act this way around me? I can't remember anything like that. If I had a known mental issue wouldn't my parents have told me? Is this just me being paranoid?
I personally feel like life is very short. Because of that I feel like every little thing I do could be "wrong" or "a waste of that time". I'm not sure if that classifies as paranoia, but it is really stressful. I feel like I'm under constant pressure to do the right thing, without knowing whether something is right or wrong. It's not so bad if I don't think about it, but typing this is driving me nuts.
I'm obsessed with lines or shapes I draw being exact. If I draw a line on a poster for a school project, if it even looks like it's off by a little bit, I feel like I'm obligated to redraw it. I do a lot of geometric art, with the compass and the rules and all that good stuff, and it's the same way with that. When I do that kind of art though I feel very relaxed, even when I'm doing the more complex layering. Every time I use kitchen ware (cups, bowls, spoons, etc.) I feel the need to run them under the faucet before using them, despite the fact they have been through the washing machine. Every time I poured something into a cup I would look in the cup and insist that there were little black dots in the liquid, but my mom would always say that it was fine. I don't get that so much anymore, but I just tell myself that if there is something in there it likely isn't harmful.
I feel awkward in certain social situations. I don't have any serious problems at school. I have a few friends that are at my maturity level. Everyone else kind of leaves me alone. I'm not bullied, and I'd be capable of having a friendly conversation with anyone in my grade. I just wouldn't feel comfortable walking up to a group of "mutual acquaintances" and contributing to the conversation.
My dad was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, he takes his meds so it's not even noticeable. My concern is that it might have been passed on to me. Nothing really comes to mind where I've gone from being really nice to a total asshole, but there are certain things that don't add up. I was at a wedding reception a year ago. Everything was cool, I was having fun. But I remember seeing a photographer talking to a family friend and that family friend pointed at me. There were a couple times that night when that particular family friend or his wife would ask if I was ok. I don't remember saying or doing anything that would make them act like this. I was sitting down, watching other people dance. Then the photographer comes over and starts talking to me like I'm a cave person or something. She asks if she can sit down in the chair directly next to me, in a condescending manner almost with a tone like she was afraid I was going to hurt her. I said that was fine and the rest of the night was pretty normal. The other day a girl in my class noticed I had left my flash drive in the school computer and an english paper up on the screen. I was in the english class reading, she was in the computer lab, where I had forgotten my flash drive. She noticed a few mistakes in my paper so she fixed them and printed off the paper (I had already turned in another copy, but the teacher hadn't seen it yet). She came into the room and handed me the paper. I realized I had left my flash drive in the computer so I rushed to get it. She was following at a slightly slower pace when she, unprovoked, said "Don't be mad." I didn't realize the weight of those words until a few minutes ago. Are there gaps in my memory where I've done things that would cause people to act this way around me? I can't remember anything like that. If I had a known mental issue wouldn't my parents have told me? Is this just me being paranoid?