You know…the light…and stuff…

So how do I find this aforementioned light? I’m not an optimistic person. I’m suspicious and paranoid by nature. I was born sans faith gene. There’s truth to that Hunter S. Thompson quote, “pray to god, but row away from the rocks” and I’m a firm believer in “hope for the best, plan for the worst.” I read Eat, Pray, Love. I was with her through Eat…then she lost me. Not intellectually. Just spiritually. 

So what is it that I believe in? I’d say my personal belief system could only be described as a vague sort of kitchen witchery. I need something more personal. A guru. A role model. Someone whose face just happens to be my computer background. Frida Kahlo. 

I’ve decided that beautiful Frida, who’s paintings I’ve admired for years, will help me get through this quarter-life crisis. Obviously. Clearly, a Mexican folk artist who died 33 years before I was born will have all the answers. A raging alcoholic and morphine addict is the perfect choice for a mentor. 

And they lived happily ever after…la la la...