Yeah, we’ve another update. A mysterious one it is too. (much has been edited btw) Hemingway recommended you have a drink as you write. He never said don’t over do it.

I hope to describe the details, with minimal detail. A bit of a mental test. I’ll see if I remember the reasons at a later date. And keep it as short as possible.

Now what was I thinking?

Thoughts, times, events, pain, and sorrow. Joy and aggravation. Each of those and a few more are all in extremes. A normal, simply doesn’t seem to exist.

1. Extreme happiness, the one you don’t have to look for deep within as it rises to the surface so quickly, It’s a rare element/synapse really. In the blink of an eye, poof! I need to find more of this ‘stuff’ Dad.

2. Sorrow! It hits hard. It has a seemingly endless pain. The tears of sorrow and the tears of happiness all taste the same.

3. Working, being productive and having a feeling of accomplishment. I need to have a purpose in this new life of mine.