When the voices in your head are screaming

Hahaha. I love that voodoo goes on there. I have never been mystified by a place so much.

 

You seem to have got around a bit Cate. Are you an island hopper?

 

I am of scandinavian/northern english heritage but my great grandmother was a spanish gypsy. Somehow I inherited her dark olive skin. I NEVER burn....while everyone else in my family look like pasty faced eskimos and burn easily. I would rather have pale skin though, I think its more beautiful on an englishman.

 

Oh, what I would give for a tan.

 

No voices in my head- just paralyzed mimes.

 

I've learned to shut them up.

 

Any special techniques or hints? I don't wanna shut mine up but I wouldn't mind being able to quieten them down on days like today.

 

I havnt really...Id like to. I daydream about exotic landscapes I have only been to the Carribean now, and the USA.

 

This always works....

Or you could just take charge and be in control of your mind.

 

Buddhist Meditation - Start by being mindful of your breathing, then start to identify your most basic thoughts, recognise them and discard them and move on until you are no longer thinking of anything but about shaving your head and feeding the poor.

 

My worst moments (like now) bring only The Tyrant.


Madmen are wise. The Tyrant, only a little. But The Tyrant doesn't scream. He quietly admonishes.

 

Quiet admonishment. Not in my repertoire I'm afraid. So where does this idea of the Tyrant come from? Literature? *interested*

 

The Superego. My mother.

I'm tired of the charade. I am too flawed. And want all of you to see it.

 

Thats the prettiest part of you.

 

I agree. But I can't impose it on others.

All I can do is incite curiosity. For I myself am curious about you. Warts and all.

 

My mind races with thoughts all the time, I'm continually thinking, sometimes it drives me quite mad and my brain feels like it is closing in on itself...

 

I feel like this a lot. It's not so bad these days, but when I was a teen, it was unbearable. Mosquito thoughts, I used to call them.

 

Ah, mosquito thoughts, I like that...

At times I rather enjoy it because I enjoy thinking, hmm, I know, how can you enjoy thinking when you do it without realizing it. But I love drifting away in my mind and just getting lost in there...

 

lol that is too funny.