“I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands”
Seneca (Roman philosopher, mid-1st century AD)
Okay I am not as deep as that quote, but I thought I would be safe from copyright infringement by posting a Seneca quote. He has been dead a long long time and his name unfortunately reminds me of a product used to aid good bowel movements. Which is a handy coincidence, as my mind feels rather constipated at the moment, if a mind can in fact be described as constipated.
Think "Seneca the philosophical laxative"
Just in case your worried, I am not trapped in a basement, down a well, or anywhere like that with a surprisingly good wifi connection. I am stuck in my own crappy mindset and that is a scary place, especially for me!
The thing about mental goo/feeling stuck is, it may be crap, but it is at times like a comfort blanket. Albeit a gross comfort blanket if it looks like the mental goo depicted in my doodle. The mental goo and I are old old buddies, but I am afraid it is time for it to go! I suppose that means I am not as stuck as I thought I was, its just bloody hard work to change habits of a lifetime.
The mum goes into hospital tomorrow and the operation will be on Thursday. The wedding in which I am a bridesmaid is on Friday and then I will probably be unconscious for a few days. Well actually I will be doing college work, so I will have to reanimate my corpse once again to get stuff done.
So excuse me while I do battle with the mental goo, I will be about, but maybe not as much.
Think "Seneca the philosophical laxative"
Just in case your worried, I am not trapped in a basement, down a well, or anywhere like that with a surprisingly good wifi connection. I am stuck in my own crappy mindset and that is a scary place, especially for me!
The thing about mental goo/feeling stuck is, it may be crap, but it is at times like a comfort blanket. Albeit a gross comfort blanket if it looks like the mental goo depicted in my doodle. The mental goo and I are old old buddies, but I am afraid it is time for it to go! I suppose that means I am not as stuck as I thought I was, its just bloody hard work to change habits of a lifetime.
The mum goes into hospital tomorrow and the operation will be on Thursday. The wedding in which I am a bridesmaid is on Friday and then I will probably be unconscious for a few days. Well actually I will be doing college work, so I will have to reanimate my corpse once again to get stuff done.
So excuse me while I do battle with the mental goo, I will be about, but maybe not as much.
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