You Say Potato, I Cry at Other People's Ovations

This is NOT saying I should be wearing a sundress - nancyboy, there's a vulva where my sack used to be. But the BBC's hour this morning on bipolar had me asking "how in the heck can I wash my neck if it ain't gonna rain no more". Mania can be fatal but look who's the lucky guy again. Fluoxetine in the 80's was not something your primary doc would prescribe. SSRI back then probably stood for Super Sport Retard Imitator but oh, the dramatic effects. Geez o'man. Now I'm wondering if it was significant in my recovery (from what?) or just a large sidetrack? It was just pseudo-mania, quasi-mania - the kind where you take pre-psychotic-like risks and it's only funny if you make it through and talk about it in the past tense. If God gives extra attention to old ladies and kids, that year he chose philly loubirds in their 40s to keep that watchful eye over. Now the relevance of all that to crying when somebody gets a standing ovation or nails the national anthem is we somehow get what we need. Latchkey kid makes good. Alot of kisses on the bottom. . . . . . got 'em.