Alright... A story....
Well it started in 1987 when I made my great escape. I was trapped in a bubble of protection, I'm sure. But inside that bubble were colorful thoughts of desire. I would sit and contemplate the universe while simultaneously conjuring a garden of vaporous delights. It didn't take me long to want to make these desires real. So I made a plan. It took me nine long months to achieve freedom. But when I did - I stepped out of that protective bubble and into the cruel world where the rain was cold and the sun was hot and people willingly and often told each other lies. It's something that I quickly adapted to.
I have that hard half-apathetic expression of one who deems anything possible at the hands of Time and Chance except, perhaps, fair play. But that is just one strand in my thread of life. Two more being The Romantic and The Commercial - These two being very distinct at times. Like the colors in a variegated cord those contrasts could be seen inter-twisted, yet not mingling.
I have that hyperborean crispness, stringency, and charm, as of a well-braced musical instrument. The primary, false notion - the illusion - of human nature is that people are the same. People hearing that they are all the same, will of course believe it - for the most part. People would generally much rather depend upon a leader to tell them what to do than determine that for themselves. This is why I may seem a bit strange and 'out there' at first glance. It's not everyday you meet someone that calls everyone psycho. I came with no delusions. In fact, my mission in life was to give people the illusion that they are on a pilgrimage to a shrine of meaning. What that meaning is, exactly, has yet to be materialized.
I did, then, dedicate my teenage years to finding all that was random and interesting. My interests lead me to even more interesting hobbies as the years went by. I am an artist. I am an avid reader. I am a writer. I have a strange interest in boxes. I have an above average knowledge of computers. I keep photos/papers/cards that remind me of special things and I place them in photo albums. I collect postcards of the places I've traveled to. I love anything geeky. I rant about philosophical stuffs. Debates are the highlight of any productive night. I'm awesome.
Over the years, I've had to force myself to throw away many boxes to make room for better things. Like cardboard tubes, for instance. But then I threw those away, too.
I am trying to become a bit more optimistic. I try to see that proverbial silver lining in these dark clouds that we call life. That does not mean that I have some sort of spiritual kick going on. Nor does it mean I have seen the light. Those people who say they've spoken to God and that God responded... Now a days, we have a medicine for that.
I'm still somewhat of an artist. I work primarily online, however. Using my computer as my canvas.
The more things change, the more things stay the same. We must embrace not only the light of life but also life's darkness. I am one with my 'dark side'. My dark humor will prove so. But I am a very tolerant person of other peoples' dark sides. But this should not be confused with being completely indifferent. There are things that make me tick as I am sure there are with everyone else.
So here ends my great escape story. Did I really escape? Or have I entered an entirely new prison?
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That is my psycho babble.