Mental Health Support

It seems whenever I find myself in some utter wasteland of a boring universe my mind will make something up, anything at all, to fill the void.

Last time that happened to me, not too long ago, I landed locked up for a few days in the psych ward. Not boring at all, though I don't really remember the first day. Those were some powerful drugs they gave me.

I remember a day more than forty years ago when I was body surfing a violent surf stark naked past midnight. Someone must have seen me and called the cops that there was a crazy guy trying to drown himself. That may or may have not been true.

The cop knew me from previous encounters and helped me find my clothes on the beach among the random piles of kelp and then drove me home.

Totally white male privilege. I was known by the cops as an amusing and mostly harmless diversion from their usually sordid graveyard shift duties.

Never bored or boring.