The Great Manipulator
Friday morning. It was an unimportant Friday morning when I noticed my mind is keeping me hostage. The first draft of the previous sentence was: 'It was a great day when I was shocked to realize the powerful hold my mind has on me'. And that's the problem. Am I using MY mind to work MY fingers and type MY thoughts and feelings? Or am I being used by my mind to write grandiose sentences. Make gigantic general assumptions. Make sense of things based on comfortable notions of the world, stay safe, have my nice beliefs, stay stuck in my bubble of 'how things work'. Magnificence in eloquence so that he will admire me, she will accept me, he will care about me, she will love me. Bullshit... I have a powerful mind. Yey me. Not in the sense of its great and historious assumptions. Most of them are admittedly and obviously not helpful. But on its incessant working. I valued that, growing up. Always curious and excited to find out how things work. But my mistake was cementin