It seems I’ve taken to lying in my bed these nights, with too many things running through my head. I can not stop them. They are like demented fish in a shallow pool, with half of their tails missing, and gills on either only their left or right sides. If I owned a gun (which I do not and that is a very good thing), I wouldn’t be able to shoot a single, damn one of them if they weighed more than I do! Granted, these slimy bastards do weigh rather heavily on my mind.
This is bothering me for at least two reasons, that I can see so far at this juncture. One, is that I have had these fish-thoughts, murkily paddling about in my brain before, and they should not be there. I wish to stop this complete aberration of my mental faculties in this manner, of ongoing repetition. “My Wish,” then poses a bit of a problem for me. In (fish-)thinking of my “repetition,” I become a bit more…”aberrated,” shall we say? So, that is problem number one. It also leads me to problem number two, perhaps? A bit of a Psychiatric Segue?
For the first time, in a very long time, I see a bit a shard of hope in Hades that I may be able to start getting my life back together. Maybe. A start. With that rather small shard, I should have added, that is currently existing in Hades. Let’s not hope it is made of ice or any other thing that is somewhat temperature sensitive. Or, something that is remotely combustible in any way at all! And thus, that is problem number two. fish-thoughts, please leave. You are certainly “inconvenient,” in your most benign form, and you are holding me back. You are getting in the way.
Ah, but what to use as a bait and pole. I can tell you how many times I’ve… No. I can not tell you how many times I have used the “bait and switch,” to try and rid myself of my fish-thoughts. However, what I can tell you is how utterly ineffective that method is.
Perhaps I should try and do some writing, to at least attempt to keep these reprehensible fish-thoughts at bay. For now? I do certainly need to work on my writing–in more ways than one. I have some items still awaiting words, and I need to get better at my writing, period.
Speaking of better writing, I read something that made me laugh recently from my current. Let me find it, to give proper credit…
“You step up to the window in that fifth-floor lobby decorated by Kafka’s proctologist…” © Tom Robbins “Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas”
And further, speaking of Kafka…hmmm. Maybe my fish-thoughts aren’t so bad after all?
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It seems I’ve taken to lying in my bed these nights, with too many things running through my head. I can not stop them. They are like demented fish in a shallow pool, with half of their tails missing, and gills on either only their left or right sides. If I owned a gun (which I do not and that is a very good thing), I wouldn’t be able to shoot a single, damn one of them if they weighed more than I do! Granted, these slimy bastards do weigh rather heavily on my mind.
This is bothering me for at least two reasons, that I can see so far at this juncture. One, is that I have had these fish-thoughts, murkily paddling about in my brain before, and they should not be there. I wish to stop this complete aberration of my mental faculties in this manner, of ongoing repetition. “My Wish,” then poses a bit of a problem for me. In (fish-)thinking of my “repetition,” I become a bit more…”aberrated,” shall we say? So, that is problem number one. It also leads me to problem number two, perhaps? A bit of a Psychiatric Segue?
For the first time, in a very long time, I see a bit a shard of hope in Hades that I may be able to start getting my life back together. Maybe. A start. With that rather small shard, I should have added, that is currently existing in Hades. Let’s not hope it is made of ice or any other thing that is somewhat temperature sensitive. Or, something that is remotely combustible in any way at all! And thus, that is problem number two. fish-thoughts, please leave. You are certainly “inconvenient,” in your most benign form, and you are holding me back. You are getting in the way.
Ah, but what to use as a bait and pole. I can tell you how many times I’ve… No. I can not tell you how many times I have used the “bait and switch,” to try and rid myself of my fish-thoughts. However, what I can tell you is how utterly ineffective that method is.
Perhaps I should try and do some writing, to at least attempt to keep these reprehensible fish-thoughts at bay. For now? I do certainly need to work on my writing–in more ways than one. I have some items still awaiting words, and I need to get better at my writing, period.
Speaking of better writing, I read something that made me laugh recently from my current. Let me find it, to give proper credit…
“You step up to the window in that fifth-floor lobby decorated by Kafka’s proctologist…” © Tom Robbins “Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas”
And further, speaking of Kafka…hmmm. Maybe my fish-thoughts aren’t so bad after all?
Posted in ADD, Asperger's, Bipolar Disorder, Facts About Patient Anonymous, Fiction is Stranger Than Life, Health, Humour, Life is Stranger Than Fiction, Literary, PTSD, Therapy, You Decide