See the picture?
I’ve taken it.
It proves that I don’t write and think about food only. Sometimes I leave my kitchen for a little while to go for a trip and visit some strange places. (Hm, now that I think about that trip, I just remembered that I had a really awesome sandwich prior to taking these photos. It was yummy!)
Anyhow, in my life there surely are other issues than food that catch my attention.
Like, food photography, for example.
Oh, yeah, you’re right. That’s still very much about food.
Hm, there has to be something else that interests me. I am a sensitive and caring human being, after all.
YES, now I remembered!
The next thing I really care about are my personal issues.
They are fun!
For example, I like to climb onto very strange vehicles. They carry my high in the mountains. But that’s not the issue. This one is simple to solve. I’m too lazy to walk and too eager to take nice pics from high above.
The issue that I want to talk about is my nervous breakdown that I seem to go through each time I find myself in a stressful situation.
The breakdown lasts for about five minutes.
And it’s wild.
And on this particular trip it started right after they had sat me in the blue chair that you see in the picture.
Right now, when I am taking this picture, I am cursing the day this insane passenger ropeway was built. I am cursing the grass below for not being more soft and cushy. I am giving my man a threatening look because he dares to breath and rock our seats as a result. And most of all, I am cursing myself for not wearing a parachute on my back.
Mere five minutes later I am the king of the world. I am enjoying the cool fresh air, I am reveling in the beauty around and I am tapping my man on the knee saying: “Lovely, huh?”.
I can’t reverse that thing although I know it is coming.
When the stress begins I get convinced that I am a goner any time soon.
When the five minutes have passed and I come to my senses a wide smile appears on my face and you wouldn’t find a more careless person in the whole wide world.
But those five minutes – you don’t want to be near me when they are happening.
You just don’t.
Which makes me think of my man right now. Poor him, he gets to be near me all the time.
Lord, bless his kind and precious heart.
I doubt this guy has his 5 beastly minutes.
Though, he might – when he meets a photographer who takes photos right IN HIS FACE.
Luckily, we were heading in opposite directions. Which is the only occasion when I dare take pictures of strangers.
I am that courageous.
Hm, I think I’ve just revealed my next issue…
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9 thoughts on “You Don’t Want to Meet Me When I’m Crazy”
Really fun stuff.
This made me smile, not at your evil 5 minutes, but at the brilliant description 🙂 I too suffer these beasts and know the joys of panic attacks. *hugs* Nice to know I’m not the only crazy person out there 😛
PS: I ADORE your blogs, oh how I wish I could cook like you and take such beautiful pictures. One day I will have saved up for a camera like your awesome one then I shall also take awesome photos
Thank you so much. What a warm feeling it brings to know there’s more of us. It helps a lot.
I wish you all the best (with your saving too). There’s a nice camera smiling at you from your future! 😉 Petra
Great post – I really enjoyed reading this.
That looks like a lot of fun. Such a beautiful scenery, too 🙂
**raises her hand in confession**
I too transforms and explodes like a bomb, but I may have a longer duration for my explosive crazy moment, like 10 mins. And after that I feel really confused, but it feels kinda good to get that out of my system, maybe. Idk if it’s that similar, but I feel your 5mins.
Have a great day!
Gorgeous! I love reading this… we might establish a ‘sisterhood of panic’! 😉 Petra
Pekne fotky, nie je to nahodou bratislavska koliba? :))
Dakujem velmi pekne Nikolka. A miesto si uhadla uplne presne! 🙂 Petra