On September 12th, 2011 by Adam Young
Of the hundreds of relationships you participate in throughout
the course of your roller coaster life — associations of all kind:
good/bad, joyful/sad, casual/serious, friendly/hostile, short/long,
romantic/heartbreaking and everything in between, there’s always ONE
relationship that harrows you like an old wound that refuses to heal. It
haunts your mind, frequents your thoughts — maybe because you let it,
maybe because you’re reluctant to fight a losing battle when your
emotions are swinging like saloon doors on rusty hinges. You live, you
breathe, you dream, you repeat — but such austere malady won’t go away
and your heart and resolve commit to a constant tug of war, each pulling
on one end of your instincts. So you might as well diagnose yourself a
royal schizophrenic! Wrestling with your emotions over the dream of
someone who still claims so much of your sentiment but is no longer
there… well isn’t that lovely.
And so you sit and think.
But you CAN’T think about things like this so you distract yourself!
And it actually works.
Wow, I feel better already.
Goodbye now to the breakdown between thought, emotion and behavior. Farewell to faulty perception and inapt actions and feelings. Goodbye to withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion. Good riddance to an overwhelming sense of mental fragmentation!
Life is way too short to worry about the past, and I for one, don’t have time for anxiety.
If you need me, I’ll be in my fuzzy turtleneck with a bowl of cereal staring out the kitchen window. I like the way the rain sounds against these old bay windows.
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And so you sit and think.
But you CAN’T think about things like this so you distract yourself!
And it actually works.
Wow, I feel better already.
Goodbye now to the breakdown between thought, emotion and behavior. Farewell to faulty perception and inapt actions and feelings. Goodbye to withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion. Good riddance to an overwhelming sense of mental fragmentation!
Life is way too short to worry about the past, and I for one, don’t have time for anxiety.
If you need me, I’ll be in my fuzzy turtleneck with a bowl of cereal staring out the kitchen window. I like the way the rain sounds against these old bay windows.
source : http://owlcityblog.com/
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