After spending virtually my entire life in New York City, suburban Atlanta seemed like a fairly crappy place to end up. At the time, I felt like my life was over, however, it seems to have opened up in ways I didn’t think possible.
For starters, I have shed all of my vices – nicotine, excessive alcohol, the occasional amphetamine with the cocaine chaser, the random sex – all gone. I was wild like nothing you’d ever seen before.
Shockingly, I have grown into someone I am comfortable looking at in the mirror. Nowadays, I still don’t sleep much. Only now it’s because I am being productive (albeit in the mainstream, conformist, nice-suburban-neighbor sense of the word) not because I am being self-destructive (boozing, clubbing, popping pills or being a slut).
I’ve got a steady, well-paying gig. I finally got my ass back in college, University of Georgia at Athens, no less. I frequently travel to Japan (most favoritest place in the known universe). Most important of all self-improvements… I am responsible (Yay!). Probably the most important life event to occur was I have finally fallen in love again. Anyway. I still manage to complicate things a bit. Which is probably why I have chosen this as an outlet. As a psychology major, I see some worth to this.
