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gypsygrl -> RE: Submissive Frenzies (12/6/2006 10:46:57 AM)
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I like your approach here. :)
I've done submissive frenzy, but I get other frenzies as well.
I've done the "birthday baby frenzy." It came to a head when I actually gave birth, but in the year or so prior to that, I did an enormous amount of research and thinking about everything having to do with childbirth and babies.
Then I did "child with a disability" frenzy when my son was diagnosed with cerebral palsy and I devoted myself to learning how to take care of him, meeting other mothers with disabled children, helping out with his programs and volunteering for various agencies and sitting on committees where they wanted parents involved. Eventually, I tossed common sense aside completely, and decided to go back to grad school with a concentration in disability studies. :)
My favorite is "new idea frenzy." Sometimes, after a period of intellectual lassitude characterized by feelings of emptyness and melancholia, I come accross a new idea that totally grabs me and I move into high gear and begin digging up everything thats ever been written on that idea I came accross. In this process, I often go through a period where all other ideas seem pale in comparison to my new idea and I can't imagine ever having another idea. This is followed by a period of dissillusionment when I begin to sense that the idea isn't quite as perfect as I thought. And, finally, I realize that its a good idea, but, like all ideas, limited.
Then, there's "intellectual frenzy" which is similar to new idea frenzy, only I become enamored with the individual authoring the idea and try to read everything they've ever written.
I've also had sewing frenzy when, after the birth of my first child, I decided my life wouldn't be complete until I taught myself to sew. So, I taught myself to sew, learned to make kids clothes and dressed my son with my own creations. Other areas of my life, cooking, cleaning, and laundry suffered and my now ex-husband got a little irritated with me, but damn, they were cute clothes. (last year, I taught myself to make paper with the same obsessive devotion. the year before, I made all my own laundry detergent.)
I don't know. I don't think there's anything wrong with frenzies just so one understands one's own pattern and recognizes them for what they are: intense passion which is bound to fade a bit after a while.
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