Short Stories and Mental Health

I was going to work on some short stories tonight, this creepy woman across the street won’t stop watching me work threw my apartment window and its really messing with me. so instead I’ll just dash of this piece talking about writing short stories and how it’s currently helping improve my understanding of myself and my mental health.

It lets me examine situation in life I can’t understand as they happen. I get in a bit of trouble every now and then because i don’t understand  so called social norms, I definitely understand right from wrong, but fail to see any kind of logic in social norms. so i can go back and figure it out later using characters in fictional settings where no one gets hurt.

I get to let go of harsh experiences kind of. Anything that helps with this I’ll take, a big part of me wishes writing erased the memory once it’s written but it doesn’t work like that. It does let me get it out of what ever bottle i shoved in it way back when ever though and the emotional load feels lighter after.

Sense of productivity, Accomplishment what ever you want to call that feeling when you’ve done something you feel is productive. it’s a good feeling everyone should have it and try to get it on the daily. You get that weather you publish it or not.

I’m no doctor but i am extremely over qualified as a patient and i have a fairly good feeling for what works for me at the very least. My only real advice is try it and see if it lightens your load. Oh and if like me you rip off most of your characters directly from  the people you know I’d be careful about what you actually choose to publish. Not everyone is as broke as a guy on disability  so liable suits might actually matter to you,lol.

Now if only this creepy woman would stop watching me work, yes i realize who i am i know I’m sitting in front of a computer typing shit and I’ve heard all the nice things women who’ve spent time with me have to say many times who the hell do you think the first one to hear that news was. it just must be so hot watching a mildly over weight man type on a 6 year old laptop. Well I’m off to hide in the bathroom and write more shit that will never see the light of day.


Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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