Yes, I always feel that need. If I didn’t have writing and painting to help organize my thoughts, dreams, decisions, personal history... I’d probably run amok:) I believe social pressure is the super glue that keeps us bound in a very poor model of the universe. It mused to work with saber-toothed tigers prowling around, but lost its worth when embarrassment was invented. Happily, I tell it how I see it, even to friends and family. With the latter it made me the black sheep, loved and tolerated at arm’s length. With the former, they take me for who I am, and stick around because I make an awesome cherry pie while giving Chicken Little a run for his cracked corn:)
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