“People don’t write anymore, they blog; instead of talking, they text; no punctuation, no grammar. ‘LOL’ this and ‘LMFAO’ that. You know, it just seems to me that it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.” ― Hank Moody
If you have found yourself arriving in my little corner of the inter-woobs either at my direction or by sheer coincidence, welcome. By all means stay a while, enjoy the ambiance, a few imaginary beverages on me and my currently extremely sub-par lay out.
There are two main reasons for starting this blog. First and foremost, I haven't written much of the 'King's English' since I left high school in 2008 and it is a skill that I would like to preserve in the hope that I can one day make money out of it. Secondly, while there are already a number of blogs, forums and websites devoted to mental illness around, I think it's about time I throw my five cents in.
Which leads me to the elephant in the blog. I am 21 and I was diagnosed with bipolar when I was 17 after a couple of full blown manias. Please note I have bipolar, I don't suffer from it. I live with it every day, just like some people live with red hair, gap teeth and comb overs (which frankly I find far more terrifying).
This blog won't be entirely about living with bipolar; there will be puppies, rainbows, unicorns and anything else I decide to vomit on to your screens along the way. Essentially though, my aim is to raise awareness and understanding of this invisible thing that is a huge part of how I live my life. If I write enough shit, there's bound to be something profound in here eventually right?
To the title of this blog. Right of the center by no means refers to my political orientation but rather my brains. In measuring bipolar's mixed mood states an archaic rating system from 1 to 10 is employed. 5 is 'normal', 1 is severely depressed and 10 is the stage where you're so manic you should probably get yourself in a hospital bed before you kill a chihuahua in the interests of national security (which to be honest doesn't sound all that far fetched).
Right of the center is where I try and keep my mood, with varying degrees of success. It's a fine line to tread but hey, I'm three weeks in and floating between a six and seven. Life is good and you are all beautiful people so go out and enjoy yourself. Take a complimentary cyber mint, stop by again some time if you wish and feel free to pose any questions you may have.
Now, I would love to stay and chat but I just looked out my window and saw a chihuahua strutting along the foot path. Hopefully I'll catch it before it makes it to Russel Offices...
Stay Awesome!
