Well hello everyone, this is my third blog post in a row. It is Dec 29. My housing program ruined these last few days of the year, maybe with some help of my doctor who did not send in my prescription in time so my insurance is messed up. What a pain, and the fact that it is probably on purpose is a lash from Satan.
I am going to start writing formal requests for rent discounts when they do something bad like that on purpose. That way it will be documented, and my legal case will build up.
I listened to some music just now and things could be worse. My facebook numbers are good and I reached about ten million people this year on a budget that is probably 20 times less than my main two years. So that is good, and I will keep sending memes around the world. Maybe I will add some poems, but I don’t know. I think I might have done wrong to consolidate and do poems and jokes on one page instead of separate. But that is what the page says: poems and jokes by Refried Bean.
So anyway, I’m sad to be fighting hatred again, and feel confused about why I was part of such bad institutions for my whole adulthood. First Barnes and Noble, and now the Bridge.
And then the other random problem people. I have mixed feelings about mental health Pros programs. The groups you attend are conspicuously not therapy, but social instead, but often people there really need therapy. And the socializing puts people down if you seem like you are okay in some way.
That is all I will say about it. I am thankful for a place to go. And there are nice people. But I know that I am being ground into the dirt in the Bronx and it just gets worse and worse. And I know that path is rooted in principles and policies of the mental health field that takes down any real success and replaces it with insulting Freudian control.
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