Maybe It's The Bloodwine Talking

Since Byron was gracious enough to extend an authorship to me, I figured I should at least introduce myself.   I'm a 30-something dude that's married with a few children (though not all of them live with me).  I live with Bipolar disorder (type 2), and all of the challenges that it presents to me. Additionally, I also live with a great deal of anxiety. I geek out about a wide variety of things: music, Diablo 3, some TV shows, David Gemmell novels, I'm sure if I thought hard enough about it, I could write several paragraphs of 'topics' that I geek out about... but I'm not going to do that.   I've got to save some mystery for later! I look forward to writing here in the future!

As I listen to Ready Player One for the third time, I got to thinking about what kinds of things I would buy if I had the money to build my own study/game room. I was trying to figure out a list of things that I could use and/or display that would make someone who walks into the room know a lot about me just by looking around. I would start with the usual: Big old wooden desk with twin moniters for a desktop PC on one side and a dock for my laptop on the other. It would one of those desks with ornate wood working all over it and a big desk chair. I would want a desk chair that is big and comfy enough to sit in for hours, but not so comfy that I get tired sitting in it. Across the room from the desk would be a large 4K 3D TV mounted above a fireplace mantle. It would be connected to a Chromecast, and to my desktop computer. Computer would have a remote for it as well, and would have a DVD/Bluray drive built in. A fire place, real or fake doesnt matter as long as, if it is fake, that...

It's amazing how anxiety can latch onto the strangest things and make them absolutely terrifying. I can't remember when it started, and I can't figure out WHY it scares me so much, but I am absolutely terrified of being messy. Not so much little messes mind you, tho I really don't care for little messes either. But I mean like, bucket of gross dumped over my head messy. Hell, even just the idea of a bucket of water being dumped over me doesn't make me happy, tho as long as I was certain it was water I would probably be ok. And I can manage to walk in the rain, because, um... little mess? I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it out. I used to be fine with handling raw meat.... now I have to wear gloves. If we don't have gloves, I can still handle the meat, but I make this lovely face of Ew Gross the whole time. Why did that change? When did this become a thing? Do you know that commercial for the Delta faucets, where its a bunch of hands covered in mu...