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« Reply #15 on: January 22, 2005, 09:08:00 AM »
Those who failed to do this paid the price. They failed to construct the architecture in their own minds. Take Woof-A-Doof's story. He failed. He thought he was free. Sit in the meadow and smoke ganja and throw the frisbee. Make connections and see the world different. Same with you. No one could get you. Not their threats, you laughed in their faces and ran out the door. Walked through the night, free in the summer. Failed to construct the architecture of time regimentation and obedience in your own mind and live there.
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« Reply #16 on: January 22, 2005, 09:10:00 AM »
we need the blueprints to that building
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« Reply #17 on: January 22, 2005, 09:11:00 AM »
Why? What is your problem? Get over it. Yes, get over it.
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« Reply #18 on: January 22, 2005, 09:12:00 AM »
Get over it. Yes, get over it.
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« Reply #19 on: January 22, 2005, 09:16:00 AM »
You know to those that have complaints I would say: get over it. Yes, get over it.
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« Reply #20 on: January 22, 2005, 09:36:00 AM »
The blueprint. That is what we are looking for. What did they build in your mind. Don't speak. Don't scream. Sit still. Face forward. Don't scream. What walls are in your dreams at night. Friends you meet today even, exist in that building, in your mind. In your dreams. Everything is in the building.
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« Reply #21 on: January 22, 2005, 10:04:00 AM »
Why don't shut up, you fucking moron, you make no sense.
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« Reply #22 on: January 22, 2005, 10:34:00 PM »
running through old tapes and blowing off steam again?
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« Reply #23 on: January 22, 2005, 11:07:00 PM »
You got that right.
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« Reply #24 on: January 23, 2005, 09:58:00 AM »
I wanted to quit drinking because it is costing me money $$ and putting on a few pounds ##. Has anyone found the booze to beat both games?
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« Reply #25 on: January 23, 2005, 10:46:00 AM »
In an effort to avoid being called/labeled a "LOSER", I will refrain from suggesting AA. After all, it isn't my place, I don't know you and I don't know that you are in need of treatment found there. Perhaps you?re not an alcoholic; it is entirely possible that you are not. For the purpose of this writing, I will assume you are not an alcoholic and leave it at that.

However, the irritability issue is what seems most pressing at the moment and that I can relate to in a big way. And so, I will try to address the irritability and leave the alcohol issue at rest.

Irritability, anger....or flat out rage is, as I indicated, is something I know a lil about from personal experience. For many years after Straight I didn?t think of myself as an angry person...In fact I thought of myself as a pretty easy going, laid back kind guy. Little bit by little bit I began to seethe. I noticed (because friends/family pointed it out) I was hyper-critical of most anything.

I had married by that time. I had married a woman that had a young child...a pre-fabricated family. Here, my "irritability" began to blossom and mature. No longer was there a seething beneath the thin veneer of my falsified personality. I was quick to explode, and it would be less than the truth to imply my "irritability" did not affect others. It certainly did. My step son, had colic....he didn?t sleep for shit. He also had night terrors....meaning when he did sleep; he had horrible nightmares and woke up screaming bloody murder. Surely this colic and night terror thing had an effect on me.

Now it would be unfair to suggest that my step sons sleeping habit/conditions had anything to do with my "irritability". Did it exacerbate the situation...with out a doubt. Was the boys sleeping patterns the etiology of my "irritability", I do not believe so.

As the marriage progressed and the boy aged we began to compete for his mother?s affection. Dumb idea I know, in fact I knew it at the time. Knowing something like this intellectually, doesn't mean that I could refrain from the competition. Inevitably, I lost the competition...no surprise there huh.

I noticed that sounds he would make sent me into a frenzied state of rage. These sounds oddly enough came from him at a time of great happiness and would be considered sounds of glee. But never the less each time he made the sound, I went into a blinding rage.....internally. I say internal, because I was ashamed to show my rage...who in their right mind would explode into a blind rage at the sound of a gleeful child? Well, I did, sadly enough.

The marriage failed, and I thought my "irritability" would collapse as easily as the marriage....it did not. About 6 months after the divorce a Canadian tourist cut me off in traffic. I exploded into that blind rage once more...I was stunned! I couldn?t believe I was capable of such rage. But I was, and I couldn?t deny it.

Several years later I hauled off and got sober. About 3 years without a drink, my "irritability" resurfaced yet again. This time I could sense it stewing and boiling, just waiting for the opportunity to erupt so that I could spew forth my vile disgust for all that surrounded me. What the fuck?

I ended up seeing a doctor and explained my dilemma. I was diagnosed with "Explosive Temper Disorder". Hmmmm, no shit! He went further to explain that essentially I was experiencing ultra mild seizure activity. Which made sense considering, the responses I had to auditory stimulation from my step son. It also explained how I could feel myself seething (for no particular reason) and then explode over a snapped shoe lace to crazy traffic conditions. At that time I was placed on Klonopin.......WOW! Talk about taking the wind out of my sails, this shit worked. (Still does)

Later on, after a few years with the Klonopin, I again began to experience the "irritability" again. I had the good fortune of meeting a woman (with no AA/Straight affiliation), she suggested that my "irritability", "anger", "rage" may be due to....compromise. She explained that the "compromise" was not over which TV show, or over which movie to see, but internal compromise. Compromising ideals I held to be true for the sake of another?s ideals generates an internal conflict, thus the "irritability".....Hmmmm, she really started to make sense.

But how could this be???

Well, I compromised a lot of my internal landscape for and because of Straight Inc. And 20 years (now 27 years) after the fact I was still seething. It seemed absurd, to say the least...but could she be far from the truth? Could it be possible, that much (if not all) of my "irritability", stemmed from "compromise"? And if indeed there was an internal "compromise".....couldn't, wouldn't that be considered abuse or an act of denying my civil liberties? Seemingly I was opening up an old can of worms and it was scary...because the closer I looked into the "compromise" issue.....the angrier I got! Keep in mind, this was really beginning to shatter all ideas I had about myself being an easy going kinda guy, in fact I was beginning to see that I was basically...damaged goods.

Would I have to live with this constant under current of seething rage?

Yes, and No. In my view the operative word in the question is "constant". The word "constant" to me is much like the word "permanent". It is funny how intellect tells me that indeed nothing is permanent, and yet emotionally.....everything is permanent. Emotions are anything but permanent, they come and go like the clouds. It is true that emotions can be predictable, like night and day...yet they do not last.

Feelings are not facts...

I experience feelings, as anyone does......Sometimes I experience "Irritability", sometimes I experience "Embarrassment" and other times I experience "Happiness" and other times "Joy". None of these experiences are "facts" and by default they are not permanent. I won't even to begin to discuss the troubles I have gotten into by demanding something be permanent when it is not. It?s a self-induced mind fuck and it is absolutely unnecessary...It's an old habit I learned along time ago, in a place called Straight.

Regarding a remedy or cure in one word; Endurance. Whilst enduring the agitation of an irritable time, commit a random act of kindness, and don?t tell anyone. I know it sounds absurd, just like smiling while cleaning up cat puke?.sounds fucked up, but it stops the gag reflex.

In Peace?
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« Reply #26 on: January 23, 2005, 12:58:00 PM »
Woof: BUT I'M FUCKING NICE ALL THE TIME!!!!
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That is very interesting about the Klonopin. Did you mean that you were taking it for three years and then it started to lose effectiveness?
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« Reply #27 on: January 23, 2005, 01:00:00 PM »
P.S. Thank you very much for your extensive post, it is very helpful.
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« Reply #28 on: January 23, 2005, 01:42:00 PM »
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On 2005-01-23 09:58:00, Anonymous wrote:

"Woof: BUT I'M FUCKING NICE ALL THE TIME!!!!

:lol:



That is very interesting about the Klonopin. Did you mean that you were taking it for three years and then it started to lose effectiveness?"


I agree, I hope not to imply that you are anything other than a good person. What you are going thru however sucks. Unfortunately, I have no answers only experience with the same issue.

I have "tricks" to entertain myself while experiencing 'those times'. If I could live my life in hermitage I think I could/would be quite content...even while experiencing "irritability".

For me the concern is not so much how I "feel", but how I affect other people. I have been fortunate to have good people in my life and much like yourself I felt I owe it to them to make sure they didnt have to "feel like walking on eggshells". Because of other people I just began to make a concerted effort---with moderate success...maybe...at best  :lol:  

I have learned alot along the way. I dont always remember all those things I learned...meaning I still "go off" from time to time. But now it's not so much the "shoe string snapping" that gets me. I tend to "go off" on percieved threats. I still tend to be very quite about those times, but "it" is still there. However after prolonged provocation, my rage is not unlike a raging torrent of water. Shamefull, but true.

Regarding the Klonopin; when I take it yes, it is very effective. Shrill sounds and the like are 99% tolerable. It also helps in the sense that it "takes the edge off" and I have been told I am much more "approachable".

A google search on "Explosive Temper Disorder" would probably show some interesting insights as well...

Hate to sound cheezzy but just know your not alone
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« Reply #29 on: January 26, 2005, 10:00:00 PM »
ExCUSE ME! Who the fuck let this thread slip off the front page? Like I'm the only one who is fucking irritable around here? You would be too, if you lived in the north and not some pussyass state like Florida, the armpit of america, I visited there once. It stank. And it's flat. BOOORRRIINNG. I did like all the water. That is so uhm something for the soul.

But anyways, it's fucking godamn fucking cold. And I still have to go outside again tonight. FUCK!!! And,  when I was making dinner I was so fucking irritable that I sliced my finger. AGAIN!!! And the godamn stove keeps going out! FUCK!!! THat means it's fucking ten o'clock at night, I have to back outside to do chores for fifteen or twenty minutes, then come back INSIDE and SAW SOME GODAMN KINDLING, because I'm too fucking scattered to ever remember to take a walk and get some sticks.

So, Tonight it is Corona Light and fucking Rolling Rock Green Light. I'm not reallya beer drinker, but whatev, 83 calories. PISS!
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