Where Do I Even Begin?
The astute reader may have noticed that I havent really blogged here since, uh, February... And the longer the time passed and the weirder things got, the harder it got to even know how to start again. So I decided to condense the events of the last few months down into a concise list:
In chronological order, I:
I started to try to write a post about my mental breakdown about a month ago, but realized that maybe I wasnt ready to start blogging again when the posting quickly devolved into musings about a painting from Francisco Goya's black period called "Saturn Eats His Young", which he painted during a spell spent in a mental institution due to a nasty bout with viral encephalitis. Needless to say, I shitcanned that post and went back into hiding for a while.
I am slowly and cautiously emerging from my cocoon, but reserve the right to go back in at any time. I am at a loss of what tangent to even start exploring from the list above, so if you have any ideas or idle curiosities, just drop a note.
Saturn Return, You Have Kicked My Ass.
I'm sure I will be eternally grateful at some point... Still... getting... there.
In chronological order, I:
- Had a mental breakdown the likes of which I have never experienced before and hope never to again
- Had several profound insights during this period as to the nature of the core of the being I currently inhabit
- Expelled a ragged, jagged kidney stone from my body after 12 hours of "labor"
- Cut all but about 3 or 4 inches of hair off my head
- Started a "new" job and work in downtown SF everyday (thank-you God)
- Grew the biggest bok choy plant you have ever seen. Seriously. Its burly.
- Re-acquainted myself with a cousin in Tennessee that I havent seen in years and laughed heartily about our dysfunctional family.
- Disassembled plumbing in the women's restroom at the Squat and Gobble restaurant in the Marina looking for said cousins wife's $10k diamond that fell out of its setting and down the drain. That's what you get for slumming.
- Found out what acupuncture "alarm points" are when Michael visited and treated me for said mental breakdown.
- Started therapy and after asking therapist how long she think I should continue to come, I realized after she emitted a long chuckle that I might have a bit of shit to talk about for a while.
I started to try to write a post about my mental breakdown about a month ago, but realized that maybe I wasnt ready to start blogging again when the posting quickly devolved into musings about a painting from Francisco Goya's black period called "Saturn Eats His Young", which he painted during a spell spent in a mental institution due to a nasty bout with viral encephalitis. Needless to say, I shitcanned that post and went back into hiding for a while.
I am slowly and cautiously emerging from my cocoon, but reserve the right to go back in at any time. I am at a loss of what tangent to even start exploring from the list above, so if you have any ideas or idle curiosities, just drop a note.
Saturn Return, You Have Kicked My Ass.
I'm sure I will be eternally grateful at some point... Still... getting... there.

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