Be sure you're pronouncing that "Mooomy, Moooooomy, Moooooooomy," even when you hear Billy Mumy himself say it, "Mummy."
Actually, Lovely Bones, that's an excellent facial exercise routine...strengthens the muscles...mooooooooomy (repeat twenty times)
Having always been the brooding, dark and twisty type myself, I devoted most of my misspent youth and my twenties drawn to musicians and poets and the like. I have seen the abyss (and all that lies within).
I don't look upon it as misspent, more as your being a healthy young rebel girl with a hedonistic cause. To be a young girl in her twenties is, for many, like something out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. You have to admit, these guys were so much alive in an erotic sense. They give off a high electrical charge, don't you think?
Then I got smart and fell in love with a science guy. When I get frustrated with him for his difficulties showing emotion, I remind myself of what it was like with those dark and brooding poetic types who had no trouble expressing themselves.
Sounds familiar. I'm rather intense and can quite easily ease towards edge of night (not the old soap opera!) myself, but thankfully (and hopefully like yourself) am not bipolar. I saw the edge of the abyss with my ex, and the very thought of tumbling down deeper than my usual depth was a scenario I was not willing to entertain. If I dove to the bottom with him, I'd eventually have to call upon my inner resources and survival mechanisms in order to quickly surface, and would then no doubt suffer from the bends. I'm perfectly content to often times float on the tranquil surface of the Sea of Me...which has a depth of countless meters.
My fiance is an architect, so I can absolutely see where your head is at in terms of committing to the long haul. You did indeed "Get Smart" (sans Don Adams). He's deep, he's brilliant, but thankfully is also a very rational human being.
I agree, sister - just the mere remembrance of ex musicians past is enough to keep a girl in check.