How a sane writer who feels insane can know that he is ACTUALLY sane…

When I feel the compulsion to write, I must write, and write, and write, to the point where any sane person would question my sanity. And then, I would question my own sanity, and I would know that I was sane… A compulsive-writer’s dream… My fear of going insane due to getting lost in my imagination… : […]

My fear of going insane due to getting lost in my imagination… : Why my best friend is probably Buzz Lightyears away of me as far as writing is concerned…

Practice is the only way to get better at something. So I must get lost in my writing… (He’s pretty much been telling me that he’s been wanting to do this himself for the past couple of years. I never really understood it until now…) I’m also beginning to understand how I can become a […]

One step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break. I’m not insane; I’m not insane.

I shouldn’t worry if someone else thinks me mentally unstable, or even attempts to convince me of such. Whether or not I am, it shouldn’t matter to me and my individual happiness… … What is crazy? What is normal? I know you aren’t capable of grasping this, but remember when homosexuality was classified as a mental disorder? 1. 2. […]

Personal Examination of Experimental Repetition

I once had a blog. I guess it was near 10 year ago, now. Would’ve made me 15, 16 years old. Yikes. Glad it’s not still around (although a part of me wishes I could still see what I wrote, and only me). But I’ve always been a scatterbrained little boy, for a multitude of reasons. […]

Review of George Orwell’s “1984”

This is one of those books that is hard to do justice with a review. The copy that I read, borrowed from my best friend, has a preface by Walter Cronkite written in 1983, and an afterword by Eric Fromm in 1961. I’ll share a little bit of each of these before I write my […]

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

He sat down at his computer desk. Resilient; braced by the cold. The deadly stars signaling down upon him a hope that science couldn’t understand. Hope couldn’t be calculated numerically. But what could be measured, in a way, deadened the beauty of the firmament. Beautiful mystery became cold, deadly reality. The curiosity of childhood became […]

Insanity

I don’t feel like this is “done”, but I’m tired of fucking looking at it, so I guess that means it’s “done”. I’m tired of considering it “not done” and spending time trying to think of what is wrong with it when I know that so much other work that isn’t done remains undone. It’s time […]

On Mental Independence

To be human is to be individual. Although all humans share a common humanity (that’s why they’re called “humans“), and this fact is used to consider individual human beings as part of a collective, the truth of the matter is that each human is an individual at the core of his or her being. To […]

A Way Out

Never before in my life have I felt more in control of my life. And never have I felt more terrified (well……maybe that’s an exaggeration. I’m sure my recollection of past anxieties is quite understated, now that I’ve given it more than five seconds of thought (it’s odd how sometimes, it’s hard to forget what […]