My Infinite Improbability

I've been living alone in my apartment for close to 9 months.
My biggest -- and really only -- fear of living alone was that my Inner Voice, coupled with the freedom of loneliness (yes that makes sense) would release me from restraints and I'd go off the deep end/do something crazy/get into trouble...

But the professional responsibilities of my job ground me to normalcy -- I can't, for example, dye my hair blue like I've always wanted.
Going over to my parents' house about once a week also grounds me. I consider it one of my highest priorities to live up to the high standards with which they raised me, and never cause them shame from me. That is a son's responsibility.
And talking and hanging out with my sis & bro-in-law frequently also gives me a normalcy perspective. So does talking frequently with Steve, be it via Skype while playing Starcraft II or in WoW.

However, in my next life, I'm going to be a digital artist. Stay up all night creating art. Slaving over the need to create. Blue hair (prob streaks at first), micro magnet in a fingertip, crazy awesome ideas. Freedom of expression and all that jazz. I've had a taste of all this separately in the past, but not combined into one life.
I know that if I had never moved to MD from NY when I was a teen, that this is the path I would have been on... straight to Greenwich Village man. For better or for worst... who knows?