People say that they are happy to know that I am able to write again, but trust me when I say that I am the happiest of all about it. Ever since discovering that I am able to write, my life has been less stressful. That's not to say that my life has become competely stress-free, though. There's still tons of stress. But, I'm actually able to vent it in an acceptible fashion. I love this. It is one of the most cathartic activities I have ever found. Which is odd, in and of itself, since it was the one subject that caused much of the tension in my school years.
However, that was when I was writing what somebody told me to. On subjects that I had no interest in. In an environment not wholly conducive of radical ideas. With severe mental issues. Which I still have. The good thing is, that I no longer am forced to set pen to paper in order to combine words that I dislike into sentences and paragraphs full of ideas and opinions that I did not support. Makes me wish I was skilled in debate, so I could adopt the viewpoint of the opposition effectively.
Anyway, I should probably get back on topic. Of course, that's somewhat difficult, seein' as how I didn't really have a topic to begin with. But, I shall press on, regardless. With a new topic.
People are constantly saying that they love how my mind works, especially after I give a rambling explanation about how the squirrels are the mortal enemy of the penguin. Especially when the question they asked involved neither small mammal nor aquatic bird. And extra especially if I was able to answer their question in the process. If you couldn't tell, I am an extremely avid supporter of random stories, and I cannot help but spin a long yarn whenever people seem somewhat unhappy. When I know that I am making a person's life somewhat brighter with my stories, I know that I am a success.