Was reading a blog which talked about moderation and appetite and black and white thinking.
Reminded me of an analyst's attempt to cure me. After several expensive years it finally dawned on me what she was attempting to cure was my personality!
I am immoderate. I have huge appetites. I am a black and white thinker. And I am not alone.
I am not valued in western society. I am wise as an owl, gentle as a kitten, but not harmless as a dove.
I live to the end of my fingertips. I am prescient. I am easily wounded by noise and confusion an chaos. I will call a spade a spade. And I am not alone.
I want what I want when I want it, but can put off this desire forever for another's good. I feel the world's weight of sorrow and crushing pain. I am organized. And I am not alone.
I can council kings and children. I can endure. I am scary and enthralling to the under stimulated, and they desire/use me to enliven themselves.
I am the unsociable life of the party. And I am not alone.
I want to live with gusto. It offends allot of people. I am an aesthete. It also offends allot of people. They are also very, very confused.
I love sex, drugs, rock and roll...and God. I long to howl at the moon. I then listen quietly to echos from other hill tops. And I am not alone.
Unrefined passion pours our of me if not stopped up with refined sugar and/or Prozac.
I am angry at the clods, dolts, dunderheads for whom enough really is enough and I will finally say all of this OUT LOUD. And I am not alone.
Take care of yourselves. Love Bea