A Wrong Can Make a Right

 This week's class was about creativity and madness and how when they're together, they can give you amazing work. We took a look at Van Gogh and how he used his madness to boost his creativity. Though there are limits to how mad your madness can become. For instance, Gogh not only cut off his ear but he also assaulted a woman just so he could paint her. Our assignment in this class was to embrace our madness using automatic writing. There was basically an emotional roller coaster going on in my head whilst doing this exercise. I wasn't too sure what exactly we were supposed to write, so I found myself just asking a million questions. When we got to the part where we shared our thoughts, everyone had very poetic pieces and wondrous thoughts. I felt left out and was on my phone the entire time. 

So once the professor asked if anyone had a challenge completing the assignment, I immediately raised my hand, with no hesitation. I wanted my grief to be heard. I said, "I don't know if I did the assignment right but.... ". Then she proceeded to ask me to read my poem aloud, she and the class gave me great feedback it felt really good. I no longer felt left out, and I was happy with showing the class what goes on in my brain. 

My Poem: 

Why do I feel so tired?
Am I tired or just bored?
I wonder what they're writing
What should I write down
What does she want me to write?
 Are we asking questions or just writing random thoughts?
Why did I write this so sloppy when I have great handwriting?
I wonder if my left hand can do what my right does
nope
Why is that as awkward as a baby writing for the first time? 
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky...okay
Chikfila fries or McDonald's fries
I really don't feel like going to McDonald's
Do they miss me
Is this new love worth it?
Dang this pink is vibrant
I hope this was creative enough. 

In the passage, it stated," Kraepeli commented on the fact that manic thought showed "heightened distractibility," a "tendency to diffusiveness," and "a spinning out the circle of ideas stimulated and jumping off to others."" As you see in my poem I showed lots of jumping around to ideas and thoughts, as well as distractibility. I couldn't just focus on one thought and go into depth on what it meant, I just went into another thought instead. This could be a great description of
my madness appearing and keeping my mind off track. 

And to answer the questions: I ended up going to Mcdonald's, and no. the new love wasn't worth it. I ended things just last night. Probably will go back to my ex y'all.