The calm after the storm has now been turned into a beach party. A multi-year long depression is fucking over! The last few months have been incredible. I've wanted to post more here, but I have been too busy. My life feels like a party much of the time.
This marks the 4th major era of my life. Each era starts with an awakening that is fueled by a powerful manic episode. That episode was in June and it was powerful enough to lead me to Nashville where I would find bliss working at a Titty bar. I am absolutely and completely satisfied with my life. There are ups and downs every day, but hardly a day passes that I don't feel alive and free.
In this state, my brain seems to have made some unexpected changes. I figured that 40+ hours a week spent in a giant room being blasted by rap, dubstep, pop, and RMB would drive me crazy. Instead, it grew on me and now I fucking love it. An ocean of music is now available for me to consume and integrate with. I get it now! Holy fucking shit, I get it! I was a judgmental cunt, I get it. Rihanna, you sexy bitch, your voice makes my hair standup. Dubstep drops are causing me to roll like I am on ecstasy.
I have been a strict vegan for the most part. I felt that I can't say I love animals and shop from the meat department of Walmart at the same time. So what? I'm probably going to lose some size. I'll just be lean instead of beastly. It is a small price to pay to feel like I have any integrity what so ever.
I am thankful for this, and all I can do is try not to squander it. I feel like life isn't a prison, but instead, a game full of infinity possibilities. There is a ton of other stuff to tell, but I think these are my main thoughts at the moment.