Hey people, Sue is going through another phase where the little clockwork mechanism inside me somewhere is rapidly picking up speed, and feels like it could fly apart at any moment. This means everything and everyone is suddenly way too effing boring for me.
My code isn't all that hard to crack. I have a really specific personality type that's pretty textbook if you know about this kind of stuff. When I was young this feeling fooled me into thinking every night was going to be a spectacular, mind-blowing fun-fest, and sometimes, if I found something thrilling enough to do, it was. Giant, crazy fun was just over the next hill-- exciting-- exhilarating illicit fun! I could feel it! But, usually, it was just disappointing. Giant bong hits make you care less you're disappointed and bored, but even that gets really super boring after a while, and is a hassle anyway. Those days are long over.
Now at least I know what this is, even if it occasionally pisses me off. I sometimes miss the "bad old days" of doing insane dangerous stuff and being all reckless, but, now I try to just aim all this pent up energy at something productive. (Grabs hose and blasts away)
Still making naughty horses I guess. I kind of wanted to take a break from them and had a couple of other more calm sculpture ideas that I do still like, but I'm still feeling kind of like this guy.
Thank goodness for this (art), and for characters I can fling into exciting danger, running, and for Dan, who doesn't always get me, but doesn't expect me to explain myself either. (Hit the LOVE tag if you don't get how main a cog he is for me) (or THIS for the reader's digest version)
That's it for now. Time to go be all disgruntled and sweary.
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