So I had the brilliant idea of starting a bipolar social group because I was feeling alone and conspicuously without friends. I say conspicuously because my younger husband has soooo many. He is naturally confident. Anywho, I found this site that lets you start your own meet-up group so I thought,"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I started a group of people like me who are so lacking in self-confidence and are basically holding it together by a thread to get together and talk in a 100% non-judgmental atmosphere to get that human interaction we all crave. Of course I woke up this morning totally scared about the whole thing, in a totally different mood, and I couldn't erase everything I proposed fast enough. I change moods faster than my underwear.

I had a meltdown this Tuesday. My husband is a LOT younger and saner than I. So, naturally, I figured I was a horrible burden to him and I should do the noble thing and remove myself so he wouldn't have to be around this very minimally social woman any longer and be with someone more like him (younger and fun. This was precipitated by his friend coming by the previous evening with his wild children running circles around the house, yelling and banging on the bathroom door while I was in the bedroom nursing a "mood.)" Now I got those kids out of the house with a death beam focused on them. (I would never touch a kid but I am not above those withering looks) I was ready to move out and I even found an apartment downtown that was about $175 less than my Social Security that I was sure I would love. Anyway, the next day I cancelled my plans because my mate is one of those loyal people that grab and hold on for dear life.

Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

No one, I think, is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright
That is, I think it's not too bad

Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Always, no, sometimes think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean -- er -- yes, but it's all wrong
That is, I think I disagree

Let me take you down,
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever.

You were my hero. You really loved me.
Or at least I thought you did.
I loved you very much as an innocent child.
You were smart. You took the MENSA test and passed.
So why did you think it was okay to destroy me?
Why did you seduce me when I was nine?
Why did you tell me to join you on the sofa to kiss me
as if I were a miniature woman?

What a sick f**k you were.

I am glad you are finally dead.
You deserve nothing better.

Too bad I am left feeling this way.
I would have adored you to my dying day.
You knocked the chair out from beneath my dangling feet.
Forgive. Not possible for a child.

Nothing to "... home about. Strawberry fields forever. Please some add the words here.

la la la.. living is ...with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see. ... Strawberry fields forever."