I even looked under the couch cushions.
I've looked at this with psychology, sociology, philosophically, spiritually, historically... everything I could think of. Everything came back the same. I am an intellectual wanderer, a councilor, a teacher, a healer, an artist. Well... DUH! I'm so sick of it. Take care of your own damn selves!
Okay... I don't mean that. Actually, I think one of my problems is I don't have anybody to take care of. Does anyone need me to take over and fix your life? I don't know what to do with myself. I have Bipolar limitations and Bipolar dreams. I want to soar; I want to matter.
All of that was just a long way around to an ad. I've decided to try photography and painting. You should buy some of my stuff. Think of a good deed, a random act of kindness. Give my live some meaning.
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