Life can get FULL. I mean, stupidly full in a way that is no way a delight. Your to do list gets bigger and bigger and frankly it never seems to end. I used to wear this t-shirt:
I try to take days one at a time. I divide my to-do lists into doable little lists that don't look like I'm going to have to live forever just to get everything fucking done. I did tell someone once that I could never die because I had too much shit to do.
Yet, if my life were simple I'd be bored out of my fucking mind. Honestly. Totally seriously. In those rare moments when I have nothing literally to do for one reason or another (stores are closed, I can't call people at 3am to tell them how stupid they are, and the like), I realize that being bored is practically a brain death for me.
I fill my head up constantly. I write whole books in my head. I create characters and have internal conversations with them to see what makes them tick. Is it crazy to admit that I've actually done this and come to absolutely hate a character because of it? It is very uncomfortable to hate someone in your head.
I try to take days one at a time. I divide my to-do lists into doable little lists that don't look like I'm going to have to live forever just to get everything fucking done. I did tell someone once that I could never die because I had too much shit to do.
Yet, if my life were simple I'd be bored out of my fucking mind. Honestly. Totally seriously. In those rare moments when I have nothing literally to do for one reason or another (stores are closed, I can't call people at 3am to tell them how stupid they are, and the like), I realize that being bored is practically a brain death for me.
I fill my head up constantly. I write whole books in my head. I create characters and have internal conversations with them to see what makes them tick. Is it crazy to admit that I've actually done this and come to absolutely hate a character because of it? It is very uncomfortable to hate someone in your head.

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Date: 2013-06-06 08:25 am (UTC)For the structure too.
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Date: 2013-06-06 09:08 am (UTC)Don't you wish you could hook a computer up to you brain and hit "download" to save trying to write/type it all out?
It's never the same :(
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Date: 2013-06-06 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-06 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-06 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-07 12:08 am (UTC)He brings that shit on himself.
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Date: 2013-06-06 11:34 am (UTC)And talking to my characters? Of course I do. I have even been known to act out some scene that I am trying to write. If only so I can get the movements down!
So, no. You aren't crazy. You aren't even unusual. Really.
~L
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Date: 2013-06-06 11:50 am (UTC)I act out scenes too.
I made myself cry once doing that shit.
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Date: 2013-06-06 12:57 pm (UTC)You're all awesome. The very concept of downloading your brains makes me feel all shivery inside.
Boredom is excruciating. On the rare occassions I coudn't pull off the flashlight under the covers trick (or reading by the hall light or any of the other strategies I employed to be able to read when the grownups thought I should be sleeping) I would tell myself stories for hours...
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Date: 2013-06-06 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-06 06:35 pm (UTC)There are the usual diagnosed and medically treated mental disorders. Bi-polar, multiple personalities, psychopaths, sociopaths... Then there are the "interesting ones".
Like cousin Bill who was arrested (twice) for breaking into bowling alleys so he could make sweet sweet love to the bowling shoes.
Or cousin Sara who swears up and down that her son Bobby was fathered by Bigfoot. (I'm pretty sure that his Dad was actually just a really hairy biker... or possibly a furry in a gorilla suit)
So compared with all that I'm so normal that I'm almost boring. So what if I carry on conversations with the imaginary people that live in my head? At least I'm not boinking a Yeti.
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Date: 2013-06-06 11:00 pm (UTC)T-Shirt.
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Date: 2013-06-06 11:02 pm (UTC)~L
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Date: 2013-06-06 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-07 03:57 pm (UTC)Edited to add:this diagnosis provided by a woman who is on a three-drug cocktail in order to leave her house in the morning, in the interests of full disclosure. :D