I'm reading Touched with Fire about the relationship between artistic ability/talent and bipolar. Interesting, but also scary the hospitalization/asylum stats as well as suicide rates. I'm primarily a poet in my writing and they are at the highest risk for almost everything bad. Hoping my novel, screenplays, stageplay, and short stories even me out, along with abstract painting and sculpting. Eh, we're all screwed. I've said it before, but I don't want to be a fatalist. It's just hard to get all the things I've read and experienced out of my head.

According to the book, if you have bipolar and aren't artistic, chances are you have one or more relatives who are, even if they don't have any mood disorder. There seems to be a genetic link between the traits, but who knows. My brother's more artistic in the fine arts sense than I am. Not sure what his problem is, but he's got lots.

I've always been a geek...at least since 9th grade, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Geeks can be cool too. How else would we keep our computers running or figure out formulas to maximize profit? The world runs on us geeks, although we generally don't run the world. The ambitious ones use us and we stay in the background.

I haven't lived anywhere else but the US, but that sentence probably sounded like it. I've traveled to a bunch of places (only continents I haven't been to are Africa, Australia, and Antarctica...and I aim to knock them down soon), but I've only lived here (5 different states) and I've been itching for a year to move again. I get easily bored.

At one point I wanted to be an archaeologist with a focus on ancient languages too...I was going to get my master's in linguistics. Then life happened. Then I studied acting...on and on it goes. Sometimes it's fun being crazy. Other times it sucks. C'est la vie.