So, I can finally write new posts instead of just reposting old ones. Good. Now, on to the crisis:
I think I might be going a little stir crazy.
There are a bazillion and one perfectly normal things to do with my life at the moment, right? I could read a book, learn a new language, play with the dog, whatever. Totally normal things to do, right?
Then why do I have this sudden urge to run around making things explode with a potato cannon, tearing apart clocks to find gears, and yelling “You messed with the wrong Mad Scientist!”? Seriously, I’m starting to think there might be something fundamentally wrong with me.
Of course, my friend Bella has told me that I am in fact already clinically insane. She’s said it several times. And the worst part is, she’s right.
Is my obsession with Steampunk worse than normal? No, I don’t think so. It’s not affecting my math grades like when I got into the TV show Once Upon A Time last year. I’m not lying awake at night wondering if I can make trains fly. (Well, I am, just not often.)
So maybe has the fact that I can’t go anywhere making me want to travel to a Steampunk world where masks are the sort of things you wear at high altitudes? Maybe. Will it affect my state of (in)sanity?
I doubt it. I don’t think there’s a level that’s any more insane than I am. I’ve even press-ganged my Ravenclaw luggage into holding my Steampunk clothes. (What else was I going to do with it?)
And the crazy thing is, Mom is actually encouraging all this. She let me raid her tool box looking for stuff to make gadgets with. What I’m actually going to do with all of it is another question entirely. I might try making clip on earrings out of washers. That would be cool.
I mean, at least I’m making things and not destroying them. That’s a plus, right? Of course, if one thing leads to another, pretty soon I’m going to be trying to build a dirigible out of canvas and plywood. Which actually isn’t a bad idea, come to think of it…..
Anyway, I think we have acknowledged that I may or may not have serious problems. I think I’ve been cooped up at home for too long. This is what happens when I get bored. It also comes as a result of watching movies such as The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. An explanation of that will take a post in and of itself, so I’m going to wait for now. However, I will explain soon.
So yeah. I just wanted to document my thoughts on this. Now that you know you’re following someone who might be slightly unhinged, my life might start making a little more sense.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, one of my clockwork wolves lost an eyeball in the last raid on the shipping lines, and he’s looking at me plaintively so that I’ll repair it. He’s really quite cute…… Anyway, see you around. Hopefully you won’t run into me while I’m making things explode. (Kidding, mostly.)
Disclaimer: I know I make my writing sound like I’m slightly unhinged (and an adult with access to potato cannons). However, I am a perfectly sound-minded teenager, and I do not in fact own any of the things I described above. I’m just incredibly weird. I also have a very good mother who will prevent me from blowing myself up. It doesn’t make it much better that this pandemic is making me go a little stir crazy. So, yeah, just in case you were worried.