What a strange end to a thread on keeping happy. Knock you'll be pleased to know that the first thread has indeed "got the fuck". That means deleted right? Either way i read it back and admit that it had a few minor structural flaws too it. I know that posting shit posts on BL isn't a laughing matter, well atleast i do know, but i still have to admit there was something kinda amusing about having mispelled some words so badly that i literally could not work out what i had originally intended to write. That said, the avant garde free flowing stream of consciousness writing that i had slipped into meant that the context of the misspelled words was itself up for grabs, so to speak. I was fighting on all fronts, like when hitler thought nothing of declaring war on america despite the fact that already had stalins red army attacking him from the north, or like when avon barksdale thinks nothing of taking on omah little and marlo stanfield at the same time.
These two examples may appear from different galaxies however maybe i took too may drugs and think the wire is a documentary, that seems more likely than the other scenario, namely that i am a holocaust denier. Namely that have solid german ancestry with a full german mother and a grandmother who received a gold medal from hitler for banging out 9 sprogs. But at the end of the day i cant claim to have the answers to these questions. How well do i know you. How well do you know me? Can we ever even really know ourselves?
And no ofcourse i don't expect you to do the paragraphs for me Knock. That would be a very weird situation, thats like one step away from holding hands.
Anyway, since we're trying to keep ourselves happy i want to thank treacle for the complement on my writing style. This means a lot as words are a big part of my life. I'm in the process of starting a new band and lyrics are everything to me, however, i generally start with a vocal melody and groove and fit the words in later. Its a hell of challenge as i'm sure some you write music. In anycase i would love to send you a link if you're interested. My music has been everything to me over the last couple of years. Performing live at the open mic nights has totally filled a void that sort of opened up in my life after i took up an open uni degree, after fucking up my degree. You know i've noticed a number of interesting writing styles on here. With yours i can't tell if theres anything unique structurally about how you write but your personality seems to come through very strongly. I can't tell if its because i've conversed more with you or what it is. In any case i wanted to let you that unless i'm missing someone out, you are the only person so far who i've managed to sustain an intellectual discussion with that hasn't backed out. I can remember discussing anxiety ands complex nature which was great. i forget the name, pregebalin? that only works on the glutamate system - thats a big deal for me as the glutamate system is so unique because of the dependency of the ds receptor on prior activation of the ampa receptors. By the way,synesthesia can lead to a way with words due increased capacity for mataphorical thought. i don't have synesthesia in terms of strange sense overlaps like seeing numbers in certain colour or whatever, however, i did suffer a common cause of synestesia, namely a serious head injury when i was under 2 years old so i don't remember it. I fell out of swing when my dad was supposed to be watching me and feace planted onto the concrete. I think i was allowed to leave the hospital the same day though im not sure, but i apparently had a significant swelling that wouldn't go down. I think i got mild synestesia which is cool but i think it played a role in my ADD too, since the dopamine neurons that exert control and that under fire in ADD. I call this my "brain dead" theory, which i think is funny. I do worry about how it affected my parents too, i think it likely contributed to my dads alcohol abuse. I think it might have affected my mother as well. Firstly, how could you ever forgive your partner for allowing something that happen them. Maybe i'll find out one day if i'm day dreaming while my child is in a dangerous situation.
My dad is a huge art fan, second only to music. And he this painting hung on our wall with a french lady sat on some steps holding her baby while drinking wine. Only shes drinking the wine from a bottle when clearly already too drunk to appreciate her surroundings. And the baby she's meant to be holding is slipping out of her arms and over to her right side.The artist does not show how far the baby is about to fall because the ground isn't shown by artist - but it seems clearly to be a fatal fall. I sometimes wonder why he kept the painting, and why he showed it me. Maybe i asked him?
I think my mum fell out of love with me after that too in a strange sort of way. Because a damaged baby grows into a damaged child then ultimately manifests itself as me. I wrote a real cool song about it. Its called "Love hate my broken baby". That's one way to stay happy i think. Don't suppress the memories that haunt you, this very important for the immune system too btw, but use the emotions that arise from the event and use that as energy to create something that can inspire others if you have a gift with music. Or if you are a scientist, then something in that arena and once again you can turn that anger into positive energy.