Saturday, August 10, 2013

Trying to find myself

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." style="font: 10pt arial; text-decoration: underline;">best sellers - bunny photos


Bunya said...

Okay, do I get to correct your English now??? But I guess you can end sentences with prepositions nowadays? How about spelling? Give "life" some meaning?
Kidding all - just wanted to let you know that when I went to look at your art, the link was broken (Error 404 Link not found).
And now you can delete this comment!

BipolarBunny said...

Thanks for pointing my mistake. "From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put."
I don't delete comments. You are what you speak (or write).