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Passion… or manic depression

December 3, 2009
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Published 00:00 GMT by Aoefe Ansar and Bhetti Ameen.

CANADA — Aoefe Ansar has been immersed deep within the confines of a specialist mental hospital for women, attempting to find the truths behind her hypothesis:

there is a high associated with love and sometimes the high is greater with men who play with our emotions – the heights simply feel higher because they bring us lower than we should probably go.

~On the Sustainability of Passion

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She has unearthed a dark secret amongst the inmates.

“I loved the idea of passion. The highs, the lows, the sex. The idea of not being moved emotionally by the person I was with was just repulsive. I didn’t know it was a disease. I didn’t realise how bad the darkness could be,” says Kirsten, a young woman, “The breaking point was when my man left me for some bitch called Rachel. I couldn’t kill her or him. My anger had nowhere to go. Deep depression was my only avenue. I turned on the last person I should have turned on: myself.” Kirsten shows this reporter a tattoo: ‘P.M.A.F.T. Forever’.

“My psychotherapist said this tattoo was a form of self-harm.”

Claudia, 20, remarks, “There was no word from him for me for three whole days. Before he disappeared, he’d teased me saying I was dishonest. I didn’t think it anything of it at the time — I was on such a high — but then doubts started to gnaw at me. Then I became convinced he was more serious. Turns out he was mostly busy with work and not exactly putting me into the ‘No Contact Zone’, which is something I greatly feared. Would it have killed him to answer with a one-word text to any of my calls, asking for reassurance? Was it partially deliberate or not? It was too late by then. I’d swallowed a whole bottle of pills.”

A psychiatrist who wished to remain anonymous and wanted only to be known as Dr. XXX says, “There’s a definite trend here. These women are emotionally dependent on their partners. These abusive men train them like dogs. A spiral of despair could result from him saying the food she lovingly made for him needs less salt. Or from not calling her for days even after she calls him a few times. When he does give her attention, she goes into manic mode. The amount of happiness and energy is… well, I’m not supposed to say this as a psychiatrist but there’s no other word for it: the happiness and energy when he’s loving with her is insane. It can’t be normal for a mere human being. It’s normal for a dog but not a human being. It’s definitely mania.”

“Manic depression is remorselessly propagated and enabled by the media in the form of passion. I didn’t realise all my relationships were manifestations of this disease.” says Jane A, a professor in Literature and a former inmate of the facility that our savvy reporter tracked down. “Looking back, the first clue I should’ve had was my love of Wuthering Heights.” It certainly makes Jane A’s job harder. “My lecture halls are empty. I can’t teach anything with a hint of passion in it, not just for the good of my students but for me. Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Remains of the Day is my maximum limit. Otherwise, I become trapped into a ‘tingle cycle’ between the great memories and hopeless lonely despair. A memory that’s particularly an emotional rollercoaster for me was the time when I was on a literal rollercoaster with my ex one time. Oh God, here it comes.” Jane A is suddenly alternately laughing then sobbing. Once she composes herself, she snatches this reporter’s pen and notepad. When gripped by spasms of emotions, her main symptom is a prolific output of writing and poetry. Sylvia Plath was similarly afflicted.

The horrors resulting from this condition are clear: one new inmate spewed torrents of verbal abuse, due to a healthcare worker tearing up a photograph of her boyfriend. How could she not recognise it was for her own good? “They have no insight into their condition,” comments Dr. XXX. “They don’t see that their passionate relationships are causing this. I know this case. She bakes. Once he brought her to such an intense high that she made enough cookies to feed her whole neighbourhood. Triple chocolate cookies. All those people, victims of so much sugar. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, poor thing. She doesn’t know she’s worsening the obesity crisis. It’s this manic depression.”

Aoefe asks Dr. XXX if we can ever hope to cure this condition. “Doubtful,” he says, “It’s getting worse. Say, let’s fight it together. Would you be interested in a passion-free drink later?”

Aoefe walks away, wondering if she, too, can ever be free of the passion disease.

25 Comments leave one →
  1. December 4, 2009 12:08 am

    This is…um…interesting.

    First of all the alias I use for Kristen is Kristen not Kirsten. Second both Kristen and Rachel are not their real names so if you met them they would presumably use their real names (especially since they don’t know about my blog).

    Also is “Claudia” also supposed to be one of my women or is she someone else? I assume that this story takes place in the near future since I still with both Kristen and Rachel.

    Aoefe and Bhetti, I have to say I thought you had a bit of a different opinion of me. I didn’t realize I was associated with “training women like dogs”, women getting tattoos with my name on them and manic depression. I know I’m associated with getting women to cook for me.

    Otherwise, is this supposed to provide me an explanation as to why Kristen and Rachel claim that sex is so great with me? I only lost my virginity a the week before last. There’s no way I can be as good in bed as they claim.

  2. December 4, 2009 1:45 am

    “Otherwise, is this supposed to provide me an explanation as to why Kristen and Rachel claim that sex is so great with me? I only lost my virginity a the week before last. There’s no way I can be as good in bed as they claim.”

    Wise up pal, these broads are trying to sink their hooks into you. A long term meal ticket.

    You do come across as naive in an Aspergers kind of way.

  3. December 4, 2009 2:16 am

    Wise up pal, these broads are trying to sink their hooks into you. A long term meal ticket.

    You do come across as naive in an Aspergers kind of way.

    My attempt at humor obviously didn’t come across that well. That’s because this medium doesn’t allow for verbal inflection.

    I love how either I’m filled with Aspergers and have no idea what’s going on or I’m sending women to mental institutions.

  4. December 4, 2009 2:43 am

    My attempt at humor obviously didn’t come across that well. That’s because this medium doesn’t allow for verbal inflection.

    No, it’s because you are not funny.
    Don’t give up the day job, Pal unless you want to get rid of the broads.
    If they haven’t got a meal ticket they will disappear like magic.

  5. December 4, 2009 3:27 am

    So much noise around here -I’m used to the inmates of course – but they just wail they don’t rant (much). I’ve convinced Nurse Hatchet to let me use her computer – she was experiencing a virus and I told her I could get rid of it for her. She doesn’t realize H1N1 doesn’t affect her hard drive (shhhhh don’t yell!). I’ve been cheeking my meds in order to remain rational – well as rational as I ever am – ya never mind. I needed to be coherent enough to explain to women that the HIGHS are never worth the LOWS – nevah do you heaah me? See I use the Scarlett accent to convince you of this truth, I never pull her out unless I’m serious. Serious I tell y’all. (Listen if I pull out the Maritimer in me you’ll make me play the spoons).

    Bhetti assures me I’ll be safe in this institution whilst I gather my research – I thought so until I met the DOCTOR. OMG – he’s hawt! He makes me all tingly and stuff when he takes me temperature. He says I’m normal – but I think that’s just a neg. I think he WANTS me.

    Oh gotta go – Nurse Hatchet is stirring – I don’t think she’s buying my cure…crap.

  6. Abject Man permalink
    December 4, 2009 5:52 am

    @Bhetti, Aoefe:

    Thanks for the sarcasm. May you remain addicted to your passion forever.

  7. December 4, 2009 10:07 am

    Passion say you Abject man? It’s a drug and most of us want it even if there are consequences later.

  8. lovelysexybeauty permalink
    December 4, 2009 10:31 am

    *maniacally LOLs* Ladies… brilliant :-)

    @PMAFT
    Mm… I get the feeling this post wasn’t about you… at least, not as much you seem to believe it was. (Or maybe I’m reading too much in into… your seeming to read too much of yourself into it.)

  9. December 4, 2009 11:21 am

    LOL.
    (I’ve been scared of “love” since I first experienced the highs-and-lows thing, I hated myself so much for being that silly that I’ve been delaying relationships until I was sure my head was way better.)

  10. December 4, 2009 11:44 am

    Mr. Tech: It doesn’t seem worth editing to fix the error. Terribly lazy, I’m being.

    If we do take the point seriously, I wonder how responsible we are for the mental health of our partners. Being in the situation where I believe I’ve exacerbated a pre-existing mental health problem, I do believe it’s mutual. Still, people with problems are not very good at looking after yourselves so it falls on to you to play the part of responsible person.

    Not that K/R have any psychological problems ;)

    Mary of Silence: Wish I could read your blog!

    I think we do have to recognise our ranges of tolerance; if we can’t cope with swinging emotions (if we go really become at such a low that you hurt yourself or others seriously), then we do avoid it largely. On the other hand, sometimes we let our simple weaknesses cripple us completely: it seems to me its okay to love someone who’s caring about you in the masculine way.

  11. Doug1 permalink
    December 4, 2009 9:11 pm

    I have usually, or at least very often, looked for women with the “passion disease”. And then worked to make it worse.

    But also better.

  12. December 4, 2009 9:14 pm

    @LSB

    Some of it was a bit of fun on my part, but I was wondering a bit about it. I couldn’t tell if there was any real meaning to the effective inclusion of myself as an “abusive man who trains women like dogs”. As Bhetti explained on my blog, not really, it was more about finding out if I any moral issues with two women which she already knew I did.

    @Bhetti

    The spelling error doesn’t matter. Neither Kristen nor Kirsten is her real name.

    I don’t believe K or R have much if any psychological problems for me to exacerbate (unless you go with the Roosh belief that nearly all women are insane at some level).

  13. December 4, 2009 10:06 pm

    I have usually, or at least very often, looked for women with the “passion disease”. And then worked to make it worse.

    But also better.

    I will have to call you out on this: you’re clearly the real reason aoefe’s in that institution.

    Why such a heartless man, Doug, why?

    Mr. Tech: Yes, let’s try to avoid overanalysing. I wasn’t really trying to say much to you: nudging at your conscience is stretching it but I can see some truth to it. I did want to include your unbelievable experiment (whatever Mr. Tech does, he does it well) as a little example in my fun to make the satirical point: all these ‘cases’ clearly bring it upon themselves and like it. They like it a lot. I hate overpathologising what is not strictly pathological. It’s clearly not manic depression in and of itself.

  14. K(yle) permalink
    December 4, 2009 10:57 pm

    I wish there was a lot less truth in this satire. I’ve met way too many women who direly avoid what even resembles a ‘whirlwind romance’; and view the entire enterprise of romance and intense feelings as some kind of indulgence in unhealthy behavior.

  15. December 5, 2009 7:25 am

    K(yle)

    That is because these women are recovered from their terrible afflction, having been through the dissonance inducing experience of the wonderous highs and terrible lows of emotional turbulence that such men as PM/AFT dish out to them. They are now at the other side of such deep emotional mobidity, having come to profound conclusions after their long stay at the abyss that is the mental health facility of the likes where intrepid researcher Aoefe Ansar is reporting from.

    Either that, or the badboys don’t want her anymore and she’s ‘over the games’, demands honesty (and a whole laundry list of other demands) and now wishes to settle for a nice guy and she means a really super duper nice…er….na…I am mistaken, it must be the former.

  16. December 6, 2009 3:22 am

    That is because these women are recovered from their terrible affliction, having been through the dissonance inducing experience of the wonderous highs and terrible lows of emotional turbulence that such men as PM/AFT dish out to them.

    It took some shock therapy I admit, but it seems to have worked. Oh and hey – bad boys don’t want me?! Crap.

  17. December 6, 2009 7:13 am

    Aoefe,

    I thought you were above all that silly emotional rollercoster riding being an impartial researcher of this awful psychological pandemic.

    ‘She’ is the proverbial collective of women, not you personally as I’m sure you have many years in front of you with desirous bad boys trying to emotionally re-pathologise you. Just don’t run around telling guys you’re ‘over the games’ and ‘demand honesty’ and everything will be alright.

  18. December 6, 2009 2:40 pm

    *whispers to Monad “are you going for funny too?” If so, good.
    *winks

  19. December 6, 2009 9:41 pm

    well aoefe, if nothing else at least I amuse myself.

  20. December 6, 2009 10:08 pm

    Me too! We can amuse ourselves together. Oh wait…that sounds wrong.

  21. December 7, 2009 12:53 pm

    You musn’t miss this gem from Monad. Last line is brilliance.

    It made me feel guilty for finding such a plight amusing (especially since I hate hate acts of pretending only friendship feelings when purposes are mostly different); I can feel Tupac looking over my shoulder, shaking his head at the cruelty to the plight of an LJBFed male.

  22. gunslingergregi permalink
    December 9, 2009 6:09 pm

    ”””””’My anger had nowhere to go. Deep depression was my only avenue. I turned on the last person I should have turned on: myself.” Kirsten shows this reporter a tattoo: ‘P.M.A.F.T. Forever’.””””””

    hmmm maybe this is what is going on with chick I am with at moment. She getting my name tatted on her neck lol so she has something to remember me by when I leave. Second one I feel blessed he he he

  23. gunslingergregi permalink
    December 9, 2009 6:11 pm

    ”””””’Once he brought her to such an intense high that she made enough cookies to feed her whole neighbourhood. Triple chocolate cookies. All those people, victims of so much sugar. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, poor thing. She doesn’t know she’s worsening the obesity crisis. It’s this manic depression.””””””’

    he he he

  24. December 13, 2009 9:05 am

    Bhetti,

    LOL, you almost make me feel like one of the team!

    Maybe when I gain a few more IQ points, eh.

    Love anyway.

    Monad.

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