Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

The Indulgence of Being Negative.

My whole life, people have asked me: where do you get the ENERGY? The energy to be the loudest, craziest, smilingist, silliest, thinkingist and wonderingist person in the room/building/bus/dumpling house/conga line? And all my life, I've simply told the truth: I don't know. NFI.

I have no idea what powers me, but I know it lies pretty deep down, and it's a ball of contradictions. I can happily operate on 4 hours sleep a night for weeks on end, but I can't bring myself to get out of bed if I don't have to. I adore being social, but I deliberately avoid people and situations ALL THE TIME. I need space, I need contact; I need affection and I need to be left alone. Somewhere amongst these masses of push and pull lies the power that helps me annoy/inspire/conspire with those around me.

The reason I bring this up is that this year, I've made a real effort to knock off the wallow. I am a MASTER wallower: give me a long, lazy Friday night, a bottle of red, an ipod and a park, and I will create a FUNK I can barely climb out of. And I'd thought it was this ability to sink to a comfortable, indulgent low that made me swing into energy, a somewhat bi-polar insight. But this year, things are different: things are just making more sense.

Same job, same city, same circumstances to a certain extent. But for whatever reason, things are just...better. And I was reading an article that quoted Terry Pratchett, who said that "Poison goes where poisons welcome". Boy, is that true. Dramatic people attract drama; angry people cause and receive anger, and as it turns out, being outwardly happy and positive has an internal side effect too: you really are happier. So yeah. Food for thought.