I have a huge problem. I'm by far too sensitive. I really find it annoying. But what is worse is when my husband tells me almost every other day that I'm too sensitive, then goes on to tell me I wouldn't be like this if I was working again. This is where he is incorrect. It's been 5 years since I had a full-time job(being a mom is too, but you know where I'm going with this). This job, uggh, makes me ill thinking about it. I was head of production for a weekly in Atlanta. It was called Creative Loafing and I can think of 2 things wrong with that name. Anyway, the insensitivity of those that I worked with and for made me VERY sensitive. I acted as a vacuum and sucked everyone's insensitivity out and then over compensated by flying off the handle at the slightest thing. Not healthy, and that's when I quit and started doing work at home. I've taken the Meyers-Briggs test numerous times in my life and I'm always an INFP. It's something like 3% of the population. No wonder I never fit in. And that's why I paint.
Oh and there is a HUGE ta-do here in, ok I'll tell you where I live, Peekskill. (it really is a very similar to Twin Peaks) well there is a celebrity having a gallery exhibit and it opens tomorrow. It's Richard Butler and let me tell you I am very excited. If you don't know who that is(because why would anyone be so completely into 80s music like I am, which reminds me of a dream that I had, but that's for later) he used to be in a band called Psychedelic Furs, known for the ever so popular"Pretty in Pink". His paintings are dark and figurative, a bit disturbing. I will report back to you after the opening. My husband and I will have to control our urges to sing any of his songs.
And tell me why I become infatuated with dead actors or musicians? I went through this period of adoring Peter Sellers and then it was Richard Manuel from The Band and now it's poor Keith Moon. I know he's not the lyrical genius that Pete T.is(krunked up in the head, but still a genius) but he was a damn fine drummer. He always looked like he was 18 when he was behind the drums. I will always be a bit boy crazy and my sweet husband deals with it. And that is because I know he lusts after Kylie.
Happy Friday 13th to all you crazy kids!