You Gotta Love Bourdain
I've been sick as a dog with asthmatic bronchitis. So, today I've been ordered to take it easy and stay in bed. I'm watching Anthony Bourdain. He makes me laugh and hungry all at the same time. He's in Beijing in this episode and he decides to go to the chinese acupuncturist. The doctor tells him that is yang is too low and he eats too much rich food. His response? Yada, yada, tell me something I don't know. And then he promptly lights up a cigarette.
You got to love Bourdain. He doesn't apologize for his decadent ways. He doesn't apologize for drinking too much lighter fluid and waking up with a hangover. However, he does have the pleasure of traveling the world and trying it's delicacies.
I think I like Bourdain because I can live vicariously through him. I can live a life of exploration without having to worry that a bipolar episode will bring me down. I can camp out on my bed and watch cocaine burn and imagine the highness that that brings without fearing that a manic episode is around the corner. And if I see something on TV that makes me want sushi then I can indulge because sushi won't bring me down, it will make me happy. When Bourdain lights up a cigarette, as he so often does, I do feel a slight fit of anxiety that I will not be sharing in that delight, but I also feel a happiness that someone is experiencing what I can not.
So, Bourdain, if you're out there, thank you for the great experiences that I can revel in.
A girl. Exploring the world of Bipolar Disorder one day at a time. Informing and educating the public about mental illness.
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