For a couple of months it has been a wacky, wacky ride inside my head. I've come to the conclusion that there is little on this earth more destructive than uncontrolled, unrequited love. From a highly diminished interest in work, a dreaded fear of anytime spent in loneliness to developing a borderline eating disorder, it helps to provide at least a chunk of new perspective on life.
For one, the mind can be domineered by a sole thought, from the waking hour to after the setting of the sun where all the actions that fit in between are seldom anything but interruptions. Applied to something more constructive that could be handy one day.
The good news is even though I was pretty much doomed from the start, and was very conscious of it, I knew it would be worth going through for the life experience even if I ran into heartbreak.
So with the renewed ability to direct my own thoughts, a revitalised interest in the day job alongside other mental pursuits and a revived appetite in a body that's probably in the best shape it's been in since I left blue collar work, I'm looking forward to the next chapter of my life leading up to the quarter century mark and blogging about more interesting things than my messed up mind or distractions there from.
Buck a duck. A 75 word sentence. Hope those of you who have to read aloud have taken a breath or two.
Labels: life thoughts