Posted by broken on May 2, 2005, at 7:59:08
In reply to Re: Call Me Crazy » Toph, posted by Susan47 on April 30, 2005, at 21:15:06
You have described my feelings to a tee.
I don't think there has ever been a "normal" artist. Musically, painting, sculpting, it's all the same. These people are normally labled eccentric, because you wouldn't want to call someone revered by millions of people crazy, would you?
Can you imagine a life without passion? I can. I can see it all around me. Sometimes, I feel sorry for those people. One day, they will be dead, and what have they done? What have they left behind? Oh, people all around their town will come to the funeral and discuss the "fine upstanding citizen", such a solid, stable, person.
I won't be described like that. I'm too erratic, too volatile a personality. I'm the guy that had nearly waist long beautiful hair, that was mistaken for a young lady until I was seen from the front. The one that shaved it all off, leaving not a trace of it behind. The one that spent time in the "local mental health facillity, and married the girl from California who he met over the internet." In my little southern town, I'm the outcast, and was from my teens till now.
But the people who know me, know me as passionate. Passionate about sex, about music, about my life. Even though I'm crazy, not eccentric, not famous, but closed up like a recluse, I live. It's not always fun, sometimes it's terror filled, but I am alive, and I will be until I'm in the ground. Some of them are dead already, and just haven't realized it yet.
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