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theslowesthand

theslowesthand

Banned
I'm thinking i need much mental stimulation
In my own tentatively-called "recreation"
Perhaps i've gone overboard on sensory sensation?
In a bid, to try to gain a sense of elation
When all along, mental stimulus was my salvation
Or in other words "psychological stimulation"
That's how i've survived, without going in the looney bin
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(PiP, Poetry in Progress ... < SUSPENDED >)
 
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theslowesthand

theslowesthand

Banned
Ugh! The feeling that is almost beyond words
Sort of like drinking milk that's gone-off & gone to curds
Or smelling a pile of chook, or worse, dog, turds!
The only thing to be done, is crosswords

Stuck inside on a rainy day
More bored than the average day
More bored than words can say
But every day i try to make some headway
To try to make myself feel more gay
To try make my fears lessened, try to allay
But my anxieties do tend to hold sway
By the end of the day i feel like an ashtray
The effects felt from a mind in decay
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(PiP, Poetry in Progress ... < SUSPENDED >)
 
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Sarah_M

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I feel frustrated because the only thing I can focus on is my spinsterhood and pretty much EVERY ****ING GUY I like is taken - ugggghhhhh!
 
theslowesthand

theslowesthand

Banned
Tummy rumbling, grumpy mood
I wonder if it's due to food?
And flatulence galore
Need i say more?

Been outside, got some steps done
Had a few minutes break from inside, yes, some
However, due to it being a rainy day, there's no sun
That would have made my outside time more fun!
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(PiP, Poetry in Progress ... < SUSPENDED >)
 
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MollyBeGood

MollyBeGood

Well-known member
Sarah_M said:
I feel frustrated because the only thing I can focus on is my spinsterhood and pretty much EVERY ****ING GUY I like is taken - ugggghhhhh!
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Try not to let it get you down. It's cyclical. You just have to wait around for all of the inevitable divorces. What is the rate...65% or something?!
 
GraybeardGhost

GraybeardGhost

Well-known member
Something that randomly occurred to me this morning, an imperfect analogy:

Let's say you have a boat, and one day your boat springs a leak and sinks to the bottom of the ocean. That's fine; you weren't really using it much anyway. So you let your boat sit down there for a few years, because you have other things to do, but one day you decide you'd like to have it back. Y'know, for boat stuff.

So you go down to the bottom of the ocean in your diving bell and you discover that your boat, which only had a little leak in it when it went down, is now coated with layer upon layer of coral, barnacles, seaweed, sponges, anemones, giant clams, castoff mermaid bras, and whale poop.

What do you do? You can fix the leak, but you'll never get your boat back to the surface with all that stuff stuck to it. It's just too heavy. Won't float. Do you scrape away the encrustation first, and then repair your boat, or do you try to fix it first and hope all the other stuff will fall off on the way to the surface?

This, at least for me, is something like the experience of social anxiety. It started with a relatively small issue (for most people), but once that had me down, it began to develop layers of fear, shame, and paranoia which now have me thoroughly overweighted and firmly anchored in the depths. I think I can fix the original problem with a bit of dedicated effort and self-love, but what do I do with the other junk? Do I tend to that first, or hope it will all fall away by itself? Which way to the surface, please? It's kinda dark down here.

Just my random thoughts this morning. As usual, more questions than answers.
 
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