I am getting annoyed with myself (and maybe others are getting annoyed with me too), because I am writing, not all, but maybe too many, posts about ME. I have been told, too often, that I am "a bit much."
And I know I can be, so I try to reign it in when I am 'Mindful'. I can't excuse this 'muchness,' on my 'illness,' because, as I am getting 'better,' I am beginning to realise that I am actually me.
When I told my Personal Helper and Mentor today that I was worried that I was having too much fun (an indicator of mania), she said that she thought that I was just confused, because (at XX years of age), I've never been happy before, and that I should just get used to it.
But.,.40 years ago I used to wait, very impatiently every week, for my (3 month old, air-lifted) copy of New Musical Express. I loved reading Paul Morley, Tony Parsons, and Julie Burchill. I was the only...Punk Rocker, I suppose in my small, rural, South Australian town...and in some respects, I still am, but I like old rockabilly these days. I just think it's a bit more becoming for a gentleman of a certain age. It's still Rebel music, but a lot less serious, and mostly slower, so easier to play.
Anyway, that's enough about me. How are you? (And thanks for the memories).
