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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Geisha Girl... that's the name of the big tree in the top corner of our backyard.

It's a beautiful tree... lots of lovely flowers that smell of vanilla... lots of bees...

I was pruning the Geisha Girl tree, because it grows like bonkers here, and can quickly take over...

I had a good arrangement with the bees... I watched out for them, and they didn't sting me... the native Oz bees are less aggressive than their European cousins...

Then my hedge clippers hit a hornet's nest (or perhaps paper wasp - I was a little too busy running to note the exact details of the appearance of the wasps or their nest, which my hedge clippers had just cut right through)...

I vividly remember the horde of 30 or so angry dots, swarming out in all directions and then converging towards me... time slowed down... I watched as one wasp landed on my left forearm and stung me... I watched as I dropped the hedge clippers and flicked the wasp off on the follow-through... then I turned, took off, slipped on the loose branches and leaves on the ground, landed awkwardly on the concrete slab with my body weight going the wrong way, realised I was going to have a bad fall on the concrete and then get swarmed by wasps in a Wile E Coyote-esque fashion if I didn't do something, decided to transfer body weight and jump off the high end of the slab onto the lawn, transferred energy from what could have been a bad fall to a nice roll that took most of the momentum, got up on my feet at a run, slowed to a walk at the back steps, walked up the back steps onto the back deck, and accepted ever-so-calmly the glass of scotch that my Lovely Partner had just opened the door and offered to me...

I said a very calm "Thank you, my love," and continued on past her like nothing had happened...

Then I went and got some tea tree oil to stop the wasp sting on my forearm from getting infected...

Then I drank my scotch...

And everyone lived happily ever after...

Except those wasp buggers...they have got to go... hahaha... Smiley Happy

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And the best thing is that I didn't dislocate, strain or otherwise sprain any of my stupid hypermobile body in the process...

I'll have a good bruise on my right hip, though...

Hahaha... stupid sexy wasps...

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

To a still mind, the division between universe and self disappears, as self surrenders itself to the universe...

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All pleasure and pain... Is a biproduct of our interactions with others... Whether it be... Past, present or future context... Or an attempt to calibrate all three at once... There is a time to be present... A time to be in the past... And a time to look ahead...

The pain and pleasure of the past, present or future... Only comes in the form... Of, mixed up symptoms... Which appear to be real... Which are derived from our... Emotional memory of reality, what our reality is and what we want our reality too be...

So perhaps... We have no control at all... Over any of these things... Especially when we allow others to be free... And we allow ourselves too feel... What the mixed up messages of symptoms... Want to reveal...

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My OCD has been bad this last 3-month-long depression. It bombards me with dark evil depraved thoughts, and I must weather the storm whilst trying to dissuade myself from condemning myself as a monster beyond saving...

It comes at me most when I am at my weakest... it always does... each time, nearly it kills me... each time, there is an erosion of self worth, a loss of all hope of redemption... each time is more hopeless than the last...

I weep for myself, and hope that I never get to the point where the tears finally stop...

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I've never even said that to any of my psychologists...

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To be a decent person at heart with the mind of a monster, is this not the greatest of conflicts? Who wins? The decent person or the monster? And is it a lasting victory?

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@eudemonism

You sound more sand to me than most in my acquaintance... hugs...

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Sane... not sand... stupid fat fingers...

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No Jekyll ever had to hide so much...