Why I Am Dysfunctional Today

Hey. I'm back from North Carolina. Yeah. It's over now.

SO. I went to my very first ever Urban Outfitters while I was there. It was a fascinating experience. It was basically all gays and foreigners in there and I thought I was stuck in the dressing room. If you follow me on Twitter, you probably know that I was just pulling the door when I should have, in fact, been pushing it.

I'm not really an idiot. I just happen to have my moments.

Anyway, the only purchase I made there was this journal. It's called 'Why I Am Dysfunctional Today.' It is wonderful. You're supposed to chronicle why you're crazy every day, and it kind of just condones being not completely sane all the time. Which I'm coming to find is a good thing. I realized that if I pretend to be sane all the time, I wind up just being...

scary.

(Another story for another day).

Anyway, the journal has all these facts and statistics about dysfunction and sanity and every page has a quote on it from someone kind of mad, like Salvador Dali or Woody Allen or Sylvia Plath. It's kind of inspiring, as terrifying as that sounds. It proves that we don't have to be normal all the time. It's not healthy. It's not healthy to be depressed or anything, either, but to have an outlet where you can talk about why you're going slightly insane one day is rather helpful.

But yeah. I kind of just wanted to talk about that. Maybe from time to time I'll write a Why I Am Dysfunctional Today entry in lieu of a blog post here. Maybe it'll be good for me.