Melissa J Crow

There are gonna be times where you're gonna have to hit ctrl alt delete. I'm tall so I often hover over others. It's apparently intimidating. But I'm not at all... more

There are gonna be times where you're gonna have to hit ctrl alt delete. I'm tall so I often hover over others. It's apparently intimidating. But I'm not at all tough. I walk into walls and break my toes. I'm very clumsy like that. I push on the doors that clearly say pull. I laugh when people fall down. I laugh inappropriately. I laugh...I like laughing. I have a love-hate relationship with my job. I enjoy the days that my heart is touched the most with what I do, as it keeps me going. For example, if I get called a butthole, stupid bitch, and get asked to listen to "Ay-dull" (Adele), "McGraw" (Gavin DeGraw), or "the hot guy with the tattoos that plays guitar (John Mayer), I can leave work feeling like I've accomplished something. Guaranteed. I have Panic Disorder and Depression. People don't understand what those two, especially combined, do to a person. I manage pretty well, but sometimes, I can't sleep to save my life and my mind won't shut the hell up. By society's standards, I am probably considered borderline crazy. But before you make that assumption, at least get to know my. Panic Disorder and Depression do not control my life nor do they in any way, shape, or form define who I am. They're what I refer to as roadblocks in the pathway of life. I tend to take the route that makes less sense to every one else. I am an individual and I won't have it any other way. In the time that I had my Nanie, the thing I learned the most from her (besides different variations of the word "fuck") was that if people can't accept you for who you are, they're not worthy of being in your life. Nanie was the most independent and carefree person I've ever known. She taught me to not dwell on what others thing because they're opinions, while sometimes appreciated, are insignificant. But she also taught me to listen. My Nanie died on October 1, 2010. I was there when she took her last breath. That event has enabled me to grow in ways I never thought possible. While a hurtful moment, it was also a moment I needed. I miss her every day with every ounce of my being, but I know she's around somewhere, watching over me. I have a serious addiction to music. Of course, music is therapeutic for me, so it's a necessary addiction. Something about seeing my favorite artists live gives me the most euphoric of highs. After a show, I literally feel high for weeks. And I hate coming down from it but eventually, I do. Immediately, I begin looking for the next show to go to so I can feel it all over again. Who needs crack?