The highs are intoxicating, the lows exhaustively abysmal, and almost always consuming like fire. Sooner or later you ask the questions, where am I? Who am I? How did I get here…alone? Shall I return?
A song and toast to the eccentric…
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I had this thing to call my own…
Just one slip and it was gone…A minor flaw and then it fell,
I brought this house down on myself…I didn’t know just what I’d done…
I didn’t know just what I’d done…I don’t remember anymore
what I used to be…
Where is the quiet piece of home where I could breathe?Just like a razor to my soul
When I’m alone…
Oh, I had this thing to call my own…I’m so confused, I cannot see…
This wave of guilt is drowning meIt feels like blood is on my hands…
I’d give it all for a second chance…I still don’t know just what I’ve done…
I still don’t know just what I’ve done…I don’t remember anymore what I used to be…
There was a fire burning strong inside of me…Just like the soothing loving warmth of summer sun…
Oh, I had this thing to call my own…
I had this thing to call my own…
I had this thing to call my own…I’ve never meant to let you go…
I’ve never meant to let you go…
To let you go…
To let you go…
They are very human. They feel intensely. Rarely anything they do or say is average. You can envy them and despise them in the same breath, same motion. Here one moment, gone the next…and you laugh or cry, sometimes neither; blank. Alive, dead. Those few precious moments of in-between normality you cherish, forever. For the drifting listless and unmoved, they are very hard to let go and hopelessly easy to grasp with open arms. Go. Don’t go.
They are so tragically joyously human. They are, or a version of, manic/bipolar behavior disorder (hypomania?). In many ways we need them for either cardiac arrest…or cardiac resuscitation. The last reaction one should have to this behavior or disorder is eviction as if they’re lepers. Understand first the neurology, then you can better manage the situations with them, being positive instead of inflaming.
Personally I need them, I welcome them, the heart-monitors of palpitations, the respirators of inhale exhale! But…if there are warning labels, I usually miss them on many occasion. My advice?
Consult a physician and psychiatrist for recommended dosages, or risk missing or getting the vivid ride of a lifetime on and off the ordinary grid! Mind-blowing thrills and shrills guaranteed — bumps and bruises non-negotiable — but either way you will find out if you’re alive or taking up space.
**Music: I Had This Thing, by Röyksopp
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Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Learn Always
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