A Little Fun BPD style! :)

Considering we are by definition "mentally ill" and many of us are most likely impulsive I am sure there have been some (perhaps ALL) of us who have done something CRA-ZY!

So this is the place to share where you have done something that you probably shouldn't have done, and may or may not do again, but it makes for a memorable story and perhaps even makes you laugh.

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We have all been there.



Before awareness: One story I have is of a male friend (lets call him Mike) who I was close to. He was my best friend and it was a friendship that sometimes had benefits ... kind of. It's complicated. We had went to a wedding together and I wanted to make him jealous. So I kept going over to this other male friend I had that I know liked me, and was flirting with him, and sitting on his lap. One of my girl friends had been telling Mike that I liked him as more than a friend. He had made the comment that if that were true why then was I sitting on another mans lap. I did this thinking it would make him like me more if he could see another wanted me. Stupid. I know.

Fast forward. The reception is over and he is taking me home. We had both been drinking. I was under the impression that he would be staying the night and snuggle with me. This is what we always did. Why would tonight be any different?

No.

He was NOT going to stay the night and he was NOT happy with me. He was in my apartment and he told me he was leaving to go home. But I didn't want him to go home. Why was he going home? I'm intoxicated. I'm in a happy mood. I wanted my best friend in bed next to me. Another man had WANTED me so WHY then was I being rejected?

It all started to unravel from there.
I cried.
I yelled.
I cried some more.
I tried to block him from leaving.
I continued to cry.

It was bad.

So he walks out of my apartment. I, of course, not one to be outdone decide I am going to follow him. I don't care that it is the middle of the night. He manages to get around me in my drunken stupor and get in his car to drive off. So what would one do in such a situation?

Yes. I jumped on the hood of his car.

One would think he would turn the car off and get me off the hood. No. He turns on the windshield wipers and continues to drive, with the window down yelling at me. I'm not entirely sure how it happened that I was no longer on the hood. I think I somewhat slid off. I was never completely on it with my full body. Once I was off do you think he stopped? No. He sped off. It was horrible. I was heartbroken.

He wouldn't talk to me for I think it was almost a week. It was a long time. He would just hang up on me over and over again. Finally though he forgave me.

About 2 weeks after this happened he came over and before we went to bed that night he asked me if it was safe and if he stayed was I going to behave normal.

The next morning I woke up early to make him breakfast in bed. Instead I burnt the breakfast and triggered all the fire alarms waking everyone up. I haven't seen him for some time now but we always laughed about this. Thing is its not the ONLY thing I had done.

I sometimes would tell him the reaction I would be looking for, he would laugh at me and ask me how I ever thought I was going to get such a reaction from what I just did. But in my head ... it made perfect sense.

The things we do while intoxicated

As someone who has done drugs in the past, I can relate to this.
I don't have any regrets, but things could have gone differently, especially when I went on a drug binge. This was my st. Patricks day a couple years ago.

So I went to my dealer that afternoon looking to pick up some tabs and brownies, and ended up staying for most of the day. We drank wine, smoked some opium, dabbed, and played Xbox. All was going well and I headed home. My housemates were expecting me because we had a rave that night in the busiest part of town. I was coming down so I ate a couple brownies and decided to chill until all of our guests arrived.

At this point only one other person wanted a tab, so we decided to take a few tabs (not my most) about 10mins before we left for the bus. Mind you I have already had 2 brownies at this point and some booze. We go to the bar and take a couple tequila shots because it was also my friend's 21st birthday. About an hour into the trip I was given some finger bumps of molly, at which point I was already pretty lit to say the least. This was also my first time candy flipping.

So we are are leaving the rave pretty early around 1am or 2am, which is where things started to get weird. I had forgot where I was as I was still tripping pretty hard. You would think the alcohol would have helped bring it down a notch. Nope. I was also well hydrated at this point, and expected to take an uber back home. My friends had some plans on getting K and I, being the druggie I was, thought this was awesome. So we leave and my friend realizes that there is no way that we are taking an uber out of there, because it is crowded. Streets are blocked off, and people are hammered. I vaguely remember a guy throwing up while getting his ass kicked by another drunk guy. And there were cops on freaking horses everywhere.I was both paranoid and amused.

I had then learned that we were hiking back the mile to our house. No problem, except we were out of water and Im still rolling after repeated redoses. By the time we had reached our house, on top of a steep hill I may add, did I vomit all over my neighbors bushes in front of everyone. I spent the rest of my night cleaning up and in my room. No K for me My neighbor also had class with me the next day as we went to the same university.

TLDR; I did a bunch of drugs on st. patties day and didn't get to do more because I became sick.

That was not too long at all!
It cant be a story without telling the story.

YOU are fortunate to even be walking, talking, and alive. That is a LOT of drugs in one night. I am one of those who would have been in the background watching it all take place. What happened when you went to class the next day and your neighbor was there?

If that guy threw up on the person who was kicking his a$$ he would have claimed the "win" regardless of how beat his a$$ was.