My Bipolar Journal - Episode 28

My Bipolar Journal – Episode 28

December 14, 2006

I feel like maybe the universe is trying to give me some sort of subtle hint to stay home and not move forever. I actually got attacked today in the elevator at the library. Now anyone who knows the Greater Cincinnati Public Library of downtown knows it houses many a shady creature or two. This woman was actually kind of stalking me through the streets and ranting on and on about all sorts of crazy shit, actually went up to a woman in a wheelchair, took a package out of her hands and threw it on the ground. She jumped in the elevator with me, stood there and waited for the doors to close. I asked her to push "2" for me and she tried to grab my stuff out of my hands and try to wail on me. Now seeing as how she was out of her mind she didn't get very far. Just as I was about to start having her face meet parts of my body that had stopped working out of shock for a moment, she just stopped. She had pushed me into the alarm of the elevator, so the doors wouldn't open, but she just stood there until the doors opened. It was at that point I realized my face was bleeding as I walked back to the information desk and told them the woman tried to attack me. Well, "tried" is a bit loose. She did. Anyway, she was arrested and taken to jail. The cut on my face looks like a mangled paper cut, but that thing bled like a son of a bitch.

So, what I really would like for Christmas is an award for the worst week ever. At least of anyone I know. I don't care if it's drawing attention to me. It's time for me to admit that I can't stop the drama. I try to keep myself from being overly dramatic about too much because of my "condition", however, drama seems to seek me out. It's never something small either. I can't be the girl with a hangnail. I have to be the girl that gets attacked in the elevator of the Hamilton County Public Library. So, I say bring it on. Award me up. Feel sorry for me. Ask me questions about it so I can embellish the story and cry a little to try to get boys to hold me. Fuck it. I will tell my story to near strangers just to see the look of shock on their face. It will be an amazing feat of attention-grabbing.

MY KINGDOM FOR A STICK OF DEODERANT!