My Head Hurts

Hey, what does it mean when you head feels like this inside? Time to quit your day job maybe? Time to get away from your boss for a while? Maybe time to take a chill pill and forget about things for a while? Yeah, maybe all those things, eh? Maybe.

Misery or Happiness

A question I ponder quite often of late. Are we, some of us, miserable simply because we CHOOSE to be miserable? Perhaps that is the case. For myself, I have become suspicious of this possibility. So I am on notice, to watch for the signs... am I practicing 'miserability'? Am I producing gloom and despair for my own personal consumption? If so, how do I stop myself? Am I a freaking Jekyll and Hyde???

In the meantime, I have to go prepare for my next dose of dualism... forgive me if I rush off.

Redemption

I often debate with myself whether I am on the road to redemption, or spiraling down into hell on the back of a donkey called Insane. In a moment of lucidity, I have named this blog, optimistically, for my redemption. Of course, I may wake up tomorrow and find I have created another blog named, pessimistically, for my evaporation.

How very melodramatic, don't you think? Well, then, you have hit the nail on the head. This shall be the outlet of all my dramatic creativity.

How DOES it feel to be fading into that not-so-quiet repose of insanity? What is it like to look down the road ahead and see the giant "CRAZY-VILLE" sign beckoning? Perhaps it feels just like I feel these days! Perhaps that ringing sound, or more like sensation, IS what it feels like to be going insane...

And then, perhaps it is my neighbors cranky old air conditioning unit, growling away in the darkness outside my window. It seems to sing a sad song over and over and over... kill me now, it sings, put me out of my misery, kill me now, kill me now, put me out of my misery. OF COURSE an a/c unit cannot SING! I just said it SEEMS to sing. See there, now you are trying to make out like I AM crazy! And I never said THAT... Or did I? Hmmmm...