*Anxiety. Me? Never.
*Employment problems? Uh......please recall the whole "jobs are for squares" thing. I've never had employment problems per se, I just don't really care for employment.
*Impulsiveness/lack of filter. I just fell off of my chair.
*Extreme distractibility. Reference lack of "Deep Thoughts" lately.
*Poor organizational skills (home, office, desk or car is extremely messy or cluttered). Okay, there is shit growing in my car, my desk is a study in disorganization and it is very likely that if you open a cabinet in my kitchen, shit will fall and hit you in the head.
*Constantly losing things. Um, I think I wrote an entire blog about this very thing. Sunglasses, keys, iPhone, purse. I think I've even lost my car once.
*Substance abuse. Bwahahahaha.
*Difficulty paying attention or focusing, such as when reading or when listening to others. I read like crazy if I'm interested in the subject matter. However I am famous for not "RTFB" or "reading the fucking book". This refers to the reading of manuals. I have never, ever read an instruction manual. I'll figure out how things work things on my own before I'll read a manual. Which means I "kinda" know how to work most of my shit. Most of it is probably capable of launching things into space but I have no idea how that would in fact transpire.
So, the bottom line is that I am going to some life-changing meds. Yay. I'll probably be all boring and will no longer have any antics to report. Hmmmm. Not likely.