Bipolar Thoughts

Red, Black and Purple have been my favorite colors for most of my life.

When I was a kid, I primarily wore black clothes, much to the chagrin of my stepmother who was constantly asking me to wear more colors. I finally came around to wearing red in late middle school. And due to some serious peer-pressure I switched to a much more colorful wardrobe by senior year. But if I had my druthers, even today, I would happily wear all black all the time.

When I was a kid, the only music I listened to was heavy metal and hard rock. Metallica, Pantera, Guns and Roses, Megadeath, Motely Crue, Black Sabbath, Kiss, ACDC, Rage Against the Machine, Alice in Chains, Tool, Dreamtheater, Rush, Soundgarden, just to name a few of my favorites. I even hated the ballads that those bands put on their albums. If it wasn’t all blistering electric guitar, fast paced drums, and balls to the wall vocals, I didn’t listen to it. Once I got into a band in high school my tastes opened up to include my favorite genres of today, R&B and Jazz.

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Bipolar Thoughts

I hear a lot of people talking about living life off of the established plan. Or I hear them complain about their life being set into an expected path, and they don’t know how to get out of it. A lot of time and energy is spent trying to figure out how to get outside of the box.

To be perfectly honest, this was a huge concern of my own when I was younger. In high school I really wanted to be a musician, live out of a van on tour, and make it huge someday. My backup plan was going to be a well-respected career, like architecture, or academia. Both options, I mistakenly thought, would pay me enough and have a malleable schedule enough where I could be incredibly independent.

I also wanted to be a writer too, or an art or movie critic. I really just wanted to do whatever didn’t slot me into a 9-5 job with good benefits, married with two kids and looking forward to a trip to Disneyworld.

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