Moody Blues

Here I am doing exactly what I said I would never do, which is to share my personal life and thoughts with the world. But then two things occurred to me - first no one in the world is probably going to give a crap about my personal life and then there was that song. That song.

The Moody Blues, Nights in White Satin, (interesting enough until about ten years ago - give or take a few, I always believed that the title was KNIGHTS in White Satin. After much thought I have decided my title is much better and thus have continued to go with that - I don't think the Moody Blues will mind.) - anyway, where was I. Oh yes the song and particularly the lyrics Letters I've written, never meaning to send.

I now confess that I have written in my head about a thousand letters, which if I had the inclination to actually write, I would never send - this has thus came to this.

It's hard to tell if I am spiraling, upward or downward, but that is okay because movement is always better than stagnation. Stagnant water breeds not only blood sucking mosequitoes but disese and mold and other stuff I dont want to think about.

As for the subtitle - No, I do not belong to AA or NA or SA or OA and I have never had any thought of sticking a needle full of heroine in my arm. But I am on step six for the top secret organization of dependent individuals interested in having our hearts and souls ripped out by those that have an interest in such things.

Which means - yes you guess it - I am insane but no longer okay with that, because I've decided I am the one that wants to be happy.