There are so many things to blog about, and I haven't blogged in a long time. Do you miss me and my posts? I doubt how many are reading anyway.
I begin to see why the world is round. Because everything can be bipolar and way far from the linear ideal. So is my personality.
Maybe I am having some form of mental breakdown. Maybe I'm not. Things swing so fast and all that's left to remember are sheer glimpses of their existence.
Nevermind that. It's just an evidence of too much cortex activity. They say the cerebral cortex is responsible for perpetual awareness and memory and language. I suppose it is. Even my hairdresser said I think too much (in her attempt to explain the queer white hairs that sprouted on my head). Yet if my cerebral cortex is as active, then why am I such an epic failure as shown in my CAP, I honestly wonder.
The longer I am exposed to such 'surprises' the closer I am to the brink of insanity. They say IMH patients are intelligent. I suppose I am too.
On a better note, I am going back to my (fill in with your own adjective) life on Tuesday. For the better or for worse, it's for you to see in due time.
