Running With Scissors

A moment ago I just put down Augusten Burrough's memoirs, 'Running With Scissors.' I always find hidden meanings and relevance to my own world in music or literature. Maybe I'm trying to skip the last chapters of my life and take a peak at what's in store, or maybe I just become so involved and indulged in a story that I start to believe it's my temporary world. Either way, I connected to Augusten's tale very much. The quirky teen see's beauty in the breakdown, taking pride out of neatly arranged hair products, dreaming of stars around his name, and making sense of what's normal and expected in life. He darts between a home with his poetically tragic mother, to a shrink's place where the christmas tree is kept up most of the year. The novel made me question what's normal in life, and whether a 'utopia' is even possible. Maybe 'fabulous dysfunction' is the way to live and enrich. Augusten's dream of bright lights in New York definately inspires me though to keep on working for a London lifestyle. The lost boy found a place in my heart

''I walked around in a trance, daydreaming about Manhattan. Trying to see if I could picture myself there among the skyscrapers and hot dog vendors. And I could see it. I had no idea how I would ever get to New York or what exactly I would do once I arrived, but I knew that if I could save enough money to make it there for a week, somehow I'd figure out a way to stay.''