More fun with randomness

So we are advertising for a roommate. My idea is we will find someone for say six months to see if we like having one. Friends advised us to rent out both spare rooms but this place only has one bathroom. 

It’s not yet six am so by rights I should be asleep but I keep drifting off only to have the beginnings of a nightmare so at this point I’m just gonna stay awake a minute. A girl can only take so many alien abductions and werewolves a night. 

I’ve been thinking about how often bipolar people are not encouraged to have romantic relationships with other bipolar people. Given that both Das and I are bipolar it’s a topic of interest. Sometimes I think they may be on to something. When we are both in danger of going off the deep end, when neither of us can quite settle down and get shut done. On the other hand I have found it invaluable having someone by my side who gets it. He’s not baffled by my on a dime mood swings or my being overwhelmed by life and just need to take several days in bed. In fact when I’m like that he brings my meals upstairs. It’s also helpful to be with someone who will tell your crazy ass to take an antipsychotic when daily meds aren’t quite doing the trick and you swear the walls are melting and the coyotes speak English. 

As much as my ex tried to understand what was up with me he never really got past the fact that the girl he started dating, the fun full of energy and fearless one, was also sometimes the can barely move, panic attack having, incapable of keeping a job long term one. He often joked that meeting me during a hypomanic phase was false advertising. I image it gets had for someone to feel they have to do the vast majority of compromising because they can and I can’t. I’m lucky to be with someone who doesn’t encourage the worst of my traits without shaming me for them.