Bi-polar. That's right. Just when you think things couldn't get any lighter or funnier, they won't. Suddenly I'll switch gears and take you someplace deeper and more profound, or just strange and perhaps sad. As my French chili sister (Cassoulet Cafe) informed me, blogging is fun and creative entertainment, but can also be a cathartic therapy session. I plan on taking advantage of the free therapy. So, for those of you who would like to stick around on this roller coaster, thank you! And welcome to my Cheeky Greek head, it could be a long strange trip. But I will try and make it an entertaining one.
I have always loved to write, I don't claim to be any good at it, but I love it! I have shared things I've written only with like two people ever, so this is very new to me. I'm not very good with getting the right words to come out of my mouth, but give me a keyboard or pen and paper and the words flow freely. I guess all those years of cave dwelling with Twinkies and a large supply of Gillettes has somewhat inhibited my speech. If you don't know what I'm talking about then you haven't read my first two posts. I hate Twinkies by the way.
Most people do not know that I've been writing "in the closet" (or cave) since I was seven. I have a collection of poetry, short stories, and kids books I've written. I have started countless novels only to destroy them because they weren't up to my O.C.D. standards. Nor did I think anything would come of them. One of my favorite ways to write is to sit alone in a room with the music that moves me the most serenading my thoughts. I write everything that pops into my head at the exact moment it pops into my head. The result? A paper full of scrambled thoughts and lyrics, some inspiring and some not so understandable. I just think it's amazing to see the human mind on paper. I love reading things that require deeper thought and discernment to relate to it, or to even comprehend it. In the last six years due to marriage and having a high-need demanding toddler, the collection of new writings is very limited. These last few days are the most I've written in I don't know how long!
So, on that note: Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Give a man a fish with mercury, you just screwed that guy. Random? I know, that's me.