Does That Make Me Codependent?

When it comes to mood/social/emotional/mental disorders, I'm something of a hypochondriac. I'm just your average O.C.D.A.D.D.A.C.D.C.Scitso.Over-anxer.Nympho.Addictive-Personality like everyone else these days.

But codependent? That would be like finding out I'm a puppy kicker.

And yet I want to give someone some advice and since it's late and my brain has turned off for the night, I cannot for the life me figure out why. Why do I want to give this person advice.

They need it?
They asked for it?
I want a thank you?
I want someone's life to change for the better because of something I said?
I want to repair a friendship by changing the person so I can be friends with them again?

Heaven help me, I don't even want to touch this one with a *ten foot pole cat. Move on, Viv, move on. Let it go....

But I'm not a teenager anymore. Isn't it childish to be so petty about who I will or won't be friends with? Haven't I put childish things behind me? Isn't it me who's always telling myself I don't have time for nonsense from anyone, especially me?

Oh well, time for bed.

*Now THERE'S a scary thought!

Party Time!

(c)

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Oh, One

The big 0 1 is tomorrow. My twin's b-day. Simply put, it was like 2 years wrapped into one. Or maybe 2 years squared. They are such sweet little guys. And I've become closer to Jeff. Tomorrow is the dawn of not only a new day, but a new year. One that will start with a kitchen full of messy dishes, way too much laundry piled up and a living room floor that may or may not still exists. I asked Jeff to tell me I'm doing a good job. (I needed a boost and I don't have time to wait for him to figure out what to say. Just tell me what I need to hear!) He said I am doing a good job. I was still bummed though and told him to look around and say that. He was very profound. He said "You are doing a good job. The house isn't on fire, there's no poop on the walls and the babies are still alive."

So everyone, Happy New Year! Here's to having a fire free house, and may this next year find you without poop on the walls!

Now let's muddle through old angs zine or what ever it's called so I can call it a night.