Turns out I am a highly negative person. Not all the time, of course. I have quite a bit of clown and balloon time. Still, I get in my head about what I perceive as injustice or stuff that simply ought not to be. I’ve been told (recently, in fact) that is is problematic. Bad energy is the Zika of energy and I’m guilty of passing it around. So, I came up with an idea. Negative Space. Yeah, I gotta give a title to everything. Negative space is an idea I have to create a journal of all the negativity I encounter and collect over the course of a day, week, year, hell–moment. In other words, I will start a journal (offline or at least locked down for now) where I express all of the negative drek that floats through my head on a moment to moment basis.
There is a lot.
There are people I just don’t like. There are circumstances I recognize exist to exclude my participation. Heck, I’ve watched people build rules to exclude people they don’t want to include in things and realized only later that I was one of those people. See, negative.
I don’t feel bad about being negative. I feel very bad about infecting and affecting others, which is why the land of clowns and balloons ought to grow and it can only do so if I find a space and a voice for the negativity that builds up. The lack of an outlet for negative energy is what led to terms like ‘going postal’.
If I can work out a way to harness the negative (or at least collect and collate it) I think there is some useful stuff in there. Not all good writing–not all good ideas even–come from happy spaces. The dark stuff helps too.