Moderation has never been strength of mine. I’ve always accused my brother of being an extremely black and white person without ever considering myself to be one. Extreme people find themselves in an interesting situation; they have the ability to do both amazing things as well as amazingly stupid things. This basically sums up the cycle of my life. The worst times of my life have been when I’m just stuck between the two, dabbling in things that I know I shouldn’t be but wanting desperately to do good. Yuck. I don’t even like the think about it.
My move from Petaluma to L.A. is a good symbol of my knack for finding polar opposites. Petaluma is a small little town, the kind of place where even in this day and age people still are in love with the same person from their first days of junior high to the day they graduate high school. L.A. is the kind of place where people are in love for about 6 hours before they get bored and move on. If you go to USC you can cut that time frame in half. I think that all these changes have just made me somewhat numb to having stances on things that I used to see in black and white. There are so many things that I cannot even begin to figure out because they simply were not issues in Petaluma. I miss that. That’s all.
