| | Sometimes I slip into a mode where I know I'm changing. It's a bit like watching a kid hit a growth spurt, only fast-forwarded, and not literally physical. Not necessarily "growth" either as much as it is rearranging or redistributing. These modes typically follow a "funk". I'll be normal for a while, slip into a funk where I am somewhat numb to art and awkward socially, recover with a "high mode" in which I make up for lost time with consecutive bursts of inspiration, and then settle back down to my regular self, only a little bit more illuminated than my last period of regularselfness. I suppose it works very similar to a muscle.
Anyway, I feel like I've hit the beginning of a "high mode". I can tell because of certain things, like being able to pet my cat just the way she likes it, have natural conversations that aren't forced, reading Sartre again, having a renewed and deeper feel and appreciation for art and their subtle aesthetics. This shot of giddy will without a doubt mellow out, but the meter will rate slightly higher than it did before last cycle, so it's definitely worth it.
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If you've never listened to this, you must. It's Mike Oldfield's "Tubular Bells". You'll recognize the beginning; it is usually thought of as "The Exorcist Theme".
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| | Posted 4/17/2009 4:23 PM - 10 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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