Every creative person has a ritual.
Most of them call it a ‘process’, because they probably don’t want to admit that there’s aspects to it that border on ritual magic, or because they think ritual magic is something more than a sort of…psychological thing. But it really kinda is.
I’m willing to admit it, at least.
Brace yourselves. Another complain-ey, possibly mental-illness-related post is coming.
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That sounds a little like a pitch for a cartoon, or a line of plush figures, doesn’t it?
That’s not what I mean, though. I want to talk about being me and having friends — or not having friends. Because, honestly, I’m never exactly sure from moment to moment whether or not I do have friends.
Because I have problems.