I'm a Highly Sensitive Person...and I'm okay with that.

In the past few days I've realized some pretty significant things about myself. More importantly, I'm coming to terms with them. First, I work for the devil; second, I need to do something creative, as my mom says, work with passion and then it's not work; and third, I'm a highly sensitive person. And this Test proves it.

So finding this great website for folks like me was like hearing Janis Ian's single At Seventeen for the first time. I knew I qualified. It's called Highly Sensitive Power, empowering highly sensitive people through curiosity, creativity, and community.

I know the readers of this blog will find it tragically interesting.

Re-Inventing the Blog. The only thing white is its background

I've been thinking and I have to agree with my friend Steve. He says that it's not nice that my mom thinks I'm wasting my life with the type of blog I do. And I think he's right.

I tried the pretty/nice/white-bread way and I realized while listening to my iPod and "enjoy the silence" was blasting through my brain, that's not what I'm about. I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside - okay Morrissey again - I'm self deprecating - it's a craft I've perfected kind of like Woody Allen has. I'm obsessed with death - I hate flying - elevators make me want to carry rosary beads - I wish I was Catholic, but I'm just an Anglican - I'm bitter, but funny. I rant. Hey, I can't please my mother - that makes me an icon in parts of North America.

So I may change the name of this blog on a daily, weekly or monthly basis. But I'll tell you one thing, it's never going to be called something as limp as "Belle Terre".
What was I thinking?!