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Dream interpretation anybody?
I was driving with friends, (none of whom I recognise), from Dover – for some reason we had crossed the channel but I couldn’t remember how. There was a hump in the road and then a bright headlight and I stopped the car because I was blinded and when I could see again I was parked halfway up the stairs on the pedestrian footbridge at Harlow station – and all but one of my friends are gone. We get out of the car and apologise to the security guards who look bored and then roll the car down the bridge and out of the ticket hall. I’m really freaked out. The friend sits down and he’s now wearing motorbike gear. I asked where the others are and why he’s got a motorbike and he says we discussed this already…
He says calm down have something to eat and hands me a huge mango. I peel it but its empty. I look at him and he’s also got a mango which he’s opened and which is also empty, however he’s bitten into seemingly empty space and there’s now juice running down his chin and then I really start freaking out.
And then I woke up. Anyone hazard a guess?
Meanwhile back at the Batcave…
Since I’ve last written I’ve been mostly trying to get my head straight.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks and I’ve now reached out for help on that score. Watch this space for more on that. Save to say I have now accepted the fact that I am big “D” Depressed not llittle “d” depressed and I can’t figure it out on my own.
On the writing front I’ve now decided to use Roz Morris’s novel writing process to help me get me pass my writing block. I went through a dozen or so possibilities but Roz impressed me the most with her readability and structured approach.
Using her approach I am now scoping out my ideas and working on my synopsis in a orderly fashion rather than bouncing in and out – though rather than keep all my ideas in a hat I’m using Evernote – same principle
I’ve spent way too much time procrastinating on twitter and Facebook but I like to think its better than not writing at all.
Wants. Needs. Desires if you will.
We no longer differentiate what we want from what we need.
To expand and explain. I have £500 watch. (Its not worth £500 now but it was when I bought it) It’s the most “Luxury” thing I own. I need to tell the time. I wanted a good looking watch. I desired a Swiss watch because it was grown up’s watch and “MANLY” but I knew I didn’t need a Swiss watch. I knew I didn’t even need a watch because we are surrounded by clocks. Clocks on walls, on phones, on billboards, on screens. I could go without a watch quite easily never mind going without a Swiss watch.
Even then my mothers voice in my head made me buy a discontinued watch on a discount from a second tier watch maker rather than a bling-bling name. I wear it because it feels reassuring to wear something solid and well built rather than plastic-y. Even after all that I don’t wear a months salary on my watch and don’t wear gold on my fingers. Indeed Its asceticism in spirit if not in deed.
If you confuse your needs with your wants and desires you are are a slave to your ego.
We live in a world where no-one thinks they have enough.
Those “without” – think they need what they haven’t got. They are right.
Those “with” – think they need something better than that which they already have. Therein lies the problem. There is enough to go around but those “with” don’t share because they can’t tell their needs from their desires.
People need food. Certain heartless politicians will tell you that they don’t need to eat lobster or have refrigerators. Needs are absolute, the means to satisfying them change over time. Lobster used to be the garbage bottom feeder fish that was thrown at the slaves to eat and now its on the top table and the slave descendants are queuing up for (Processed) beef.
I went Sunday without eating for my own reasons, practical and spiritual. I had a meal of vegetables Saturday evening and ate nothing till this afternoon on Monday when I broke down and had myself a big fat tuna pizza.
24 hours on tea, water and protein shakes. You know you’re hungry when you’re watching Bear Gryll’s on TV and the wild animal he’s skinning looks good.
I was out walking and it occurred to me that there was last thing I owned which I could make do without and it was my watch. I was passing by a pawnbroker and went it on a whim to sell it. I would have to but their “watch” guy was out of office for the long weekend. But it’s a nice feeling of clarity to know I’m not attached to the watch on my wrist.
A guy told me one time, “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.”
Further Reading: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F@#&.
Like many a bored and smart gut who saw the film “Limitless” I’ve researched nootropics on the internet. I was taking Optineuro (Amazon, no controversy) for some time to help clear my beclouded head. I am now taking the oldest and safest nootropic Piracetam (imported from US reputable supplier, again no controversy) and the effects are cumulative, mild and effective. I would say I can’t remember the last time I felt this good but that would be a lie as now I can. 🙂
So. So, anyway – standing up straight. Have you ever stood in your natural stance and then looked at your reflection in a shop window? I wonder if I’ve always stooped? When I stand up straight as sighted in the window it feels like I’m leaning over backwards.
I feel stronger, happier, more like me every day. I just need to make time to write that novel…
Decided to share some experience I’ve had with over the counter remedies for depression. All the supplemts listed below work from my personal experience. I’ve used them singly and in combination and I recommend them in combination for best effect.
So everything’s getting better, feeling better, looking better. The prayers are kicking in, the advice is kicking in, the supplements are kicking in. Damn it even the weather is kicking in.
OK, I’m exaggerating. F*ck English weather!
Today I have been nominated by Mutafariq Khayalat for the Versatile Blogger Award.
Thank you so much for considering my work as versatile. I humbly accept this award and make commitment to myself that I will focus more on the versatility of my blogging activities to complement this award.
I have found your blog versatile in true terms as I found there amazing prose and poetry along with excellent photography and many more flavors as well. Mabruk! to you.
The rules are:
- Show the award on your blog.
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Share seven facts about yourself.
- Nominate at least 3 blogs.
- Link your nominees’ blogs, and let them know.
Seven facts about me:
- I have a novel I’m working on
- I was mildly depressed and I was going downhill, writing saved me.
- Writing is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
- I would love to write for Marvel, films and comics.
- I want to travel the world and live the 4 Hour Workweek lifestyle.
- Acceptance, Confidence and Gratitude are the keys to gaining
- When I lie about my age I’m telling the truth
My nominations are:
So I had a breakthrough of sorts today. The sun came out and I could see the detail in the world and there were no more dark corners within. So yeah, happiness comes from confidence, gratitude and acceptance. (Duh!) I feel like the slow kid at the back of the class who took all lesson to understand what the teacher explained in the first five minutes.
My name is Smiley Yearwood and I approve this message