Okay, so are you ready? When you're young there is so much to do and it's all new, so you're restless all the time. You wanna play blocks, dig in your ass, pull on your parts, make new sounds and more. This goes on for a few years and then you calm down for a bit before you discover other people and you're restless again; you wanna play with their parts and dig in their asses and talk to them on the phone until your parents rip it from the wall. Then, you marry that person and you calm down for an extended period of time, before you know it you're old and you realize you're going to die soon (2012 is what they tell me) and what do you know...you get restless all over again! Only, you can't dig, pull or 'discover' anymore lest ye suffer the mightiest smite...so what do you do? Well, I'm writing and crafting, creating, photographing and, totally tapping into my inner freaky flower child. (Twirls around barefoot amongst the dandelions.) Men, (Sighs.) they embarrass themselves on the basketball court with their sons' and once they've worn down the cartilage in their joints and inflamed all their bursae, they go out and buy a motorcycyle.
What are your thoughts on middle aged restlessness or any other random ramblings of a restless mind?