It's a GAD GAD World
Saturday, February 27, 2010
WHY FACEBOOK WAS A BAD IDEA
So I've had my Facebook account for 1 week and 1 day. Here's what's transpired:
*Many of my ex-classmates have much more fulfilling lives than I do.
*My friend from the tax firm, who "wasn't interested" in the flight attendant who had the hots for him but he started fucking her anyway just for something to do, married his fuckbuddy.
*The 2 people who got me interested enough in Facebook to make me want to join it in the first place? I haven't had the guts to friend request either of them. I did send a msg to one of them, but he hasn't responded.
*Most of the people I've tried to friend have not responded.
*The one person who's tried to friend me is someone I don't even know and couldn't even be bothered to send me a msg saying why he wanted to friend me.
*The person who convinced me to give this a try is logged onto it almost 24/7, despite the fact that she has 2 kids and runs her own business. No wonder her kids are having discipline problems.
So tell me again why I decided to do this?
I did connect with one friend, so I guess that was a positive. And I just learned from his page that the bad boy I had a crush on my freshman year in college is living in the UK and has a brand new baby.
I seem to be doing ok without the namenda, but it's only been a couple of weeks.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
OFF NAMENDA, AND ONLINE
I had an appointment with the p-doc last week. I told her that I was experiencing some changes in my cognitive function. I'm starting to make more mistakes when I'm typing, and I'm starting to lose facial recognition. Not with people I already know, but with people I'm meeting for the first time. You introduce yourself & tell me your name, and I'll remember your name and everything about you. But if I see you a few days later and you say hello, I'll look at you and think, "Who are you?" Then as soon as you tell me your name again I'll remember everything. I just don't remember your face.
I told the p-doc that I didn't know whether it was being caused by one of my drugs, something else, or just getting old. She didn't think it was aging (I'm 39). I said that if I had to pick a culprit among the meds I'm on, I would pick Namenda. This is because the long-term side effects of Namenda are unknown. Namenda is a dementia drug. Nobody's on it long-term because dementia patients don't live that long. And their cognitive functions are fucked up to begin with.
My current dosage is 15 mgs/day. So now I've dropped down to 5 mgs. I'm going to do that for a month & see if I notice any changes. I'm reluctant to drop it entirely because I've been on it for almost 6 years. But we'll see.
In other news, I signed up with Facebook over the weekend. (Don't go looking for me, I didn't sign up for it with the name on this here Blogger thing.) In the 48 hours that have passed:
*I've attempted to friend at least 10 people and gotten frustrated when they didn't respond in 15 minutes.
*I've chickened out of friending the 2 people who were my motivation to sign up for it in the first place. One is the Cute Guy's brother. The other is a singer I've never mentioned here before. I'm not romantically interested in him--he's married with a kid--but we always get along whenever we see each other.
*I looked up my ex-friend from the tax firm. Turns out he married his fuck buddy.
My life isn't even interesting enough for a blog. So why do I need a blog, a MySpace page, and a Facebook page?
Speaking of Cute Guy's brother, we've been emailing a lot over the past couple of weeks. I've tried to hold back over the weekend. Not that the emailing means anything. He's out-of-state at the moment, and who knows when/if he'll come back or if I'll ever see him again. But it's just so nice to have a nice guy in my corner.