Nov 27 2009
Mixing Metaphorically
A gyspy once told me during a tarot reading that I would find success only once I’d mastered the art of organizing. Which is a sinister thing to tell an already obsessive, loner of an Aquarian INTP. And I think she cursed me. I’ve always been kind of a wanderer. My sister and I were still only four or five our first trip to the east coast. The largest blocks of my childhood memories include road trips and daring adventures.
1. An enchanted rabbit farm in Utah.
2. The wilderness men of the Rockies who gave me the muzzle-loading rifle I now keep on display.
3. Or the time my sister, cousin, and I followed a sand partch through two miles of Florida jungle to the ocean. We were given strict orders not to go in, but we did. We couldn’t help ourselves. We played in 40 degree water for as long as little children could stand and then tried to walk the two miles back at late dusk. It’d been my first taste of death.
I can’t help but give in to work, writing stories. It’s a compulsion. Somewhere between temporal-lobe epilepsy and hypergraphia. And I figure since I was raised in a city of women the language center of my brain just throbs all day and I’ve adapted. Call it Addison’s diease. Which is a way of saying Adam’s disease. Wich is a way of saying cursed. Mortally cursed to wander and report, unable to find peace until I learn to organize my life and work and spin this pile of straw into gold. Mixing metaphorically.