SELF-EXPLORATION 201 - THE NEXT GENERATION
(This blog was originally founded on my late-night self-searching sessions and the internal spelunking adventures that take place in a young woman as she climbs the ladder up through her 20s. If you visit my archives, you'll see what I mean. This is like a revisit back to those days...)
Sometimes I catch myself in mid-madness and I am compelled to explore the "W's" associated with it - the whys, whos, wheres and how muches...is it self-analization or just narcissism? Am I a comedian? A witch? A scientist? Mildly retarded? All of the above? Come along, beside, and with me as I examine this email I recently wrote to a friend:
"I've been really bummed out because I feel like the more I look around and really psychoanalyze the world and the people in it, it seems like every single person I encounter or get close to is simply bat shit loony, or at least they are in relation to and / or when interacting with me, and I don't really understand it at all -- how that is or why. And the why is the part that really fucks me up. I fear that there is something in me that brings out the crazy in people. Like the way the moon affects the tides. I'm like the moon to people's crazy.
And I just can't figure it out, which drives me even crazier. But I think it has something to do with magnetism and / or electricity. Which makes me sound even more insane."
And I'm not even on drugs. Any. At all.
This is what rich people eat: