THE LIFE & TIMES OF 'GIZZLE

I have always been a curious person. I have a saying: Curiosity killed the Mags. It's an exaggeration of sorts, but it's true that my curiosity has gotten me into trouble. I am afraid of a great many things, things I fear because they have the potential to culminate in my untimely death. However, it is not so much the being dead that I fear, mind you, but the act of dying, the pain and suffering. I was told just the other day that I am passionate and strong-willed, traits that can have both positive and negative consequences. I possess a Scarlett O'Hara–like sense of determination and, I might add, resourcefulness. I'm also terribly impulsive. I take risks. It's not that I don't think about things before I do them, because I do—I think and think and think about them, and then I think about them some more—but all this overanalyzing takes place within a matter of minutes, and then I leap . . . because what I really want to do is what I really want to do, in that moment, and nothing can stop me.

Curiosity + fear + passion + impulsiveness + overanalyzing = a bit of a crazy person.