I've been listening to a lot of punk rock lately, and where would punk rock be without the Ramones?
I know I have a large gap in my otherwise pretty regular updates on the site, and upon my return, some deviations have been deleted, such as the one of my ex-GF, or shall I say EX-GF...no need to spell it out further...less I grab up a Sharpie to tag her name just to kill the tag (those who tag know what I mean...tho' she doesn't deserve Sharpie, I've decided, only Crayola...) but she isn't worth that...
Upon my return, I've noticed DA has made some changes...some that will take some getting used to, and some that "detract from the previous functionality of the site"...which is put as nicely as I know how...some were improvements, to be sure! But just as Frankenstein, and I am thinking more of the movie "Young Frankenstein," something cannot improve EVERYTHING to EVERYONE'S liking. Otherwise we'd live in a Utopia, which I think is the basis and goal of all art, a representation of the Utopia which exists in the Human Heart.
Art is a Beautiful Thing.
And as Ministry Titled Their Album, "The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste"
Those of you who can or will connect the two references will be closer to me as both an Artist and, as a Person...the latter, of course, being IMHO more important.
Stitching back to the gap in my attendance on the site, I've been in the hospital.
In the psychiatric ward, nonetheless.
And as far as shock treatements?
(ECT's Electro Convulsive Therapy? So called as they induce a seizure, which my Brain produces by itself? Grand Mal Seizures?)
Yes, they gave me them, at my request.
Five.
I am tempted to start up a "gimme gimme shock treatment" chant, and know that I am not the first nor the last to have had nor will have them.
They did help me though.
I was spinning out of control, manic depression.
Okay, I know they call it bipolar these days, but I prefer manic depression.
It's much more descriptive...if you can imagine the "happy" and "sad" waves of a "normal" ("who is normal?") person go up and down like curves, people with manic depression have much more severe curves, hence the manias and depressions...bipolar describes the same thing without being as descriptive.
I know me coming out of the closet, so to say, about my mental illness, may cause me to lose friends, but I don't care.
In fact, if it does, I am glad.
If you are that shallow, especially after reading my journal, I don't want you as a friend any how.
I do* hope though that there are those who will, even it is to themselves, applaud me publically stating that I am mentally ill.
I am *so* *tired* of being *ashamed* about it.
Like cancer, it's a treatable condition that I was born with that is non-contagious.
You will *NOT* catch it if you sit next to me on the bus.
You will *NOT* catch it by talking to me.
In fact, you may* LEARN something by talking to me.
There are many different types of mental illnesses.
I've had discussions with people with different mental illnesses to try and comprehend what it would be like to experience their symptoms.
I still wonder.
That's all I can do.
But I've taken the time to have discussions with the people, and try and understand what they experience.
I talked with someone close to me who said sometimes she only dreams in greens and blues.
I thought this very interesting.
When taking a Color Theory course in College, I learned that Women see color after men do but it is both with the green and blue cones.
I then remembered this conversation I had years before and tried to connect the two, trying to think that there was a link between her dreams and infancy...and wondered about my dreams, since I seldom remember my dreams, but when I do they are in color. Do I have dreams in black and white? Black and white and red? Can't really say...
On the artistic side, I did somehow find a disc that had a lot of old writing on it.
Spoken Word.
I mean to post it up soon, but I ask that it you read it, please do read it aloud, as it was meant to be a spoken word piece, and you a losing a lot of it if you are reading it and not vocalizing it, as it was meant to be vocalized.
And as you are by yourself, even if you whisper it, that will be good enough...*smile*
Happiness,
-Mike