According to a 1995 Harvard study, depression or bipolar disorder is frequently linked with artistic talent or creativity. About 5% of the general population is affected at some point with major depression and 1% with bipolar affective disorder, while anywhere from 25% to 75% of artists in each group studied showed signs of one or both of these disorders.
So maybe I don’t have the genius part, but I’m definitely doing pretty good with the depression/bipolar part. Yay me.
I’m resisting the urge to go into a long soliloquy about the Raw Torment of the Human Condition here, because (1) it would be Boring, and (2) I spent the last few days doing that. Don’t need to rehash it once again.
Just by way of letting my two or three Faithful Readers know that when I don’t blog for a few days (or call, or e-mail, or answer messages, or…), that’s probably what’s going on.
And so to jollier subjects!
If it’s Wednesday, it must be Pablo’s night! Jim and I have a weekly ritual: send the kids off with the g-parents for religious edumafication (much of which we have to counteract later), get dolled up (me, not Jim… o how I love eyeliner…), go downtown for a super-delicious, exquisitely thin-crusted pizza (the 255-8767) and a bottle of Palisade Red (locally grown, doesn’t suck).
Hooray for pizza! Hooray for wine! Things are looking up.