All those who know me understand my full spectrum of emotions. For better or for worse, a certain mania occasionally grips me, which leads me to spiral off into 10,000 projects, talk a mile a minute about all of the millions of random things that catch my attention, and have me running circles around my friends/family. Unfortunately, I also go the other way... As a kid, this was definitely depression- as an adult, however, it has tapered into a sort of quiet- a lull in my usual frantic life, when all I do is sleep, read, and temporarily shut down. One might say I'm kind of like the seasons in NY, meaning VARIED. I'm hot and I'm cold, baby, in the best of ways. When hanging out with me, one had better be prepared to wear a swimsuit beneath his/her snowsuit.
Terrible metaphors aside, I happened upon a fantastic quote by Frank Sinatra this morning that kind of sums me up:
"Being an 18-karat manic-depressive, and having lived a life of violent emotional contradictions, I have an over-acute capacity for sadness as well as emotion."
You know what, people? I wouldn't have it any other way (although I'm glad maturity/age have cast out most sad, ugly little thoughts!). I have an abundance of happiness with brief declines into the doldrums. Not a terrible life, if you ask me. Nope, not bad at all.
Beginning 'For Hafiz' - * I hibernated through the winter, lumbering outside of my apartment only to go to work and forage for food. Forgoing art-making entirely, I worked at hom...
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