cabbitzilla

Yes, that's what's happened. For months, I've been taking grief from the Megan person about the inordinate amount of time I spend sitting on my arse right here behind the ViewSonic A70. Said grief has, on multiple occasions, included potshots about how dusty the PS2 I just _had_ to have was getting. [Damn, that sentence is not parsed right, but I'm not gonna futz with it.] A few days ago, I melted down so badly that Megan, obliviousness incarnate, made a panicked phone call to my therapist, and got me put BACK on the 'watch at all times' list.

Joy, rapture, ecstasy. I don't know about anyone else, but being in a deep funk AND having various people asking me EVERY TEN MINUTES how I'm doing and if I'm feeling suicidal (which I most certainly was NOT) REALLY annoys the snot outta me. I got tired of answering the phone sometime yesterday morn, and discovered (much to my surprise) that that list includes sending a county police officer to check on me if I 'drop out of sight' for any length of time. *chuckles drily* He was a very nice lad, and stood outside and smoked a cigarette with me, chatting about a lot of nothing. It was actually pleasant. I just felt kinda bad for wasting his time, and he made the wry comment that I was a pleasant surprise after the 'domestic dispute' he'd gotten pulled into earlier in the day. He wandered off after about 15 mins, promising to call off the psychiatric dog teams... and it seems to have worked. One call last night, one call today.

I keep trying to explain that I'm a bit more compartmentalized than most folk; blue (or black) funk does NOT mean suicidal. It just means it's a funk. As I've stressed to the folks I consider family /and/ to my therapist, should I hit suicidal I'll appear on my therapist's door mat, or at the hospital, depending on where I am. I don't consider that kind of departure from the mortal coil to be at ALL appropriate. Some have heard me state unequivocally that suicide is the only unforgivable sin... simply because you've terminated yourself without forgiveness. Anything else can be sorted out.

And if I turn out to be wrong on that, it's going to be a very nasty surprise. :p But it's a belief that's rooted so deeply I just can't even convince myself that there's even a slim chance that I'm wrong, there. (Humor me; my grammar and sentence construction skills seem to be off line tonight.)

Ahem. Okay, now that that's all taken care of... yes, I've been banished back to the computer. After making potshots about me 'living' at the PS2, and after tripping over my controller cable, and after another round of potshots, Megan managed to 'forget' that I was playing Kingdom Hearts. Apparently, after all the grief she's given me, she's incapable of living without the TV, VCR,and DVD player on. Everything in her bedroom is on the same circuit as the PS2. Can you see where this is going? She finally goes back to her room, and turns all that crap on. And three lights. And her sewing machine. And we were fine up to that point.

Now a lot of folks don't realize it, but some of our 'everyday' appliances and products are in essence powered by a carefully metered short circuit. Toasters are one, as are curling irons. For that matter, most any kind of iron, and that includes the one for pressing clothes. Now these products put a fairly heavy load on whatever power circuit they're on; given the age of the wiring in this house, the breaker for the front portion pops at least once a month when Megan 'forgets' and turns everything on. She's been 'forgetting' for six years. Every time she does it, I snap at her. It keeps happening; obviously verbal methods aren't sufficient, but they're really my only recourse. She 'forgot' today, and cost me about a half hour of game time...I've not actually /tested/ this memory card before... and if I'm starting over, the iron's going in the trash.

*shakes her head* I just don't get it. How many times does a person have to be told? *exhales* No, I'm not ranting. I can't honestly say I'm even pissed off. Just... stunned at the deliberate, studied ignorance. I just can't fathom that kind of idiocy, and when faced with it I'm completely at a loss. *helpless shrug* I can't deck her. I can't even leave her power off and lock the fuse box; my bedroom's ALSO on that circuit. *frowns, then shrugs again* I just don't know what to do with her, you know?

At any rate, it's actually been a pleasant day. Kingdom Hearts is cheery, endearing, and fun; it's the most fun I've had with a video game since... Final Fantasy Tactics and Bust A Groove. *grins* Most folks have probably never heard of the second one (and no, it's not the Arkanoid kinda game). I highly recommend it, but caution folks: It's hard to find, and it can be VERY addicting. *grins impishly* Kitty N was my favorite, followed VERY closely by Kelly. Here's one of the FAN PAGE; it includes picture galleries and song lyrics. Enjoy.

And now it's time to go take my turns at KoL. See ya!