From: Chip Yet Another Sanity Rant I fear that lately I've been gaining my grip on reality. In the past, I've always had a "unique" view on things, a unique view which I'm sure most other people who've been hanging around here would also have. My friends would always admire my ability to see things from a completely different perspective, my talent for finding an insult in every situation, and my gift for making anyone run home crying if they'd try to engage in a "rational" debate. But now that creative spark of something (let's call it madness, for Malkav's sake) seems to have faded into a dim ember. And all the energy I possess has been funnelled into keeping my day-to-day activities alive, not fostering that spark of madness which is responsible for what makes me truly alive (or perhaps that's "unlive"). I fear that I have become, in the terms of Changeling, banal. I no longer see things differently. I look at most things analytically now. If I read a poem, I no longer savor it, but dissect it. All my beloved books no longer hold any escape for me. My writing is no longer fictional, but simple statements of fact. I've had my own personal fantasy world destroyed lately, and all others have lost their appeal. All I look forward to now is graduation and a job. I have finally become sick of youth and am ready to fully embrace "maturity." And that scares me more than anything.