Lately my mind has fallen into that misty mix of numbness and detachment. It’s an interesting place to be.
For many years I was most definitely a “deeply feeling person.”
It wasn’t uncommon for me to look at Ann and not understand how she could so calmly and quietly react to news received, whether it be good or bad.
We’ve laughed about it over the years. If I ask my family how I did on something I had just finished, and they replied, “Oh it was good”, then I just knew it had been bad.
Kind of nutty isn’t it, to only hear that something was bad when being told it was good?
Well, that’s me: the nutty professor.
But because of the medication for the bipolar, OCD, and psychoses (at least I hope it’s the mental illness medication; otherwise …), I don’t feel things as bright or as dark as before.