My name is Meredith and I'm bi-polar. I know what you are thinking, you twisted people, but I twisted it back on you; It's not that I don't think I'd be a great lay...I wouldn't want to be inside the hamster wheel I wake up to. I get to wake up to what I call "The Committee". The Committee decides if it's going to be a great day or a sucky day. A conversation in my head might go like this..."Today is going to be a big fail. No, don't say that, you know you get to choose how you perceive things. Oh, shut up, that's just a conspiracy made up by the weed industry. What?! That's ridiculous, there's no weed industry. Maybe you should try some weed...a lot of people say it helps with this exact kind of mental tug-of-war. I'm fine, I just need to get out of my head and do something. But what if something bad happens. It won't if I think happy thoughts. You aren't Peter Pan, what kind of shit is that?" And so on... It seems like every choice is an epic battle between hyper vigilance and self-doubt.
However, I'm a blast when I'm not not a blast. I might make someone who is very lonely and bored actually interested and not-bored. I can't promise it's going to be worth it. But then again, it might be the best choice you ever made. Being inside me is probably pretty good as long as your not actually inside of me, if that makes sense.