|Once upon a time I climbed a mountain. Then I took this photo. The end.|
Anyway, I got a taste of what it might be like to be not-so-mood-unstable and I'm trying to hang on to that. But it does feel a little bit like being in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. This is a great flick if you haven't caught it, which would be highly unlikely, because it has to be in the top ten flicks of any nut job worth his salt. A taste of mental health is like a taste of crack. Well, technically I don't know what crack is like, but it's a simile which is a rhetorical device and not literal so suck it.
But I digress (of course I do). The ESotSM analogy is where I wanted to be, so back to that. Stability and health is like the place that Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet are trying to find where they can hide from the memory-eraser. But kinda in reverse. More of an elusive place you occasionally stumble upon but can't remember how to get back to. All the while the chaos of life is swirling around and distracting you from your quest. Being up in the mountains is a place like that for me. I can't wait to go back. I'm having tears just thinking about it. (Don't worry--it happens at least twice a day.) I have to figure out a way to stay there forever. I'll be getting on that just as soon as all these people who have appeared in my house stop distracting me with their clutter and demands and randomness. It could happen. But don't flush the K just yet. Kisses.