Saturday, April 20, 2013

The Extraction of the Stone Madness

I often fancy that I'm a woman with the courage of my convictions. That I am stalwart about what's good for me and I follow through. I advise friends and family to live in ways that are good for them. It seems so simple to me: this variable is making you unhappy, eliminate it. But I'm learning, much like my newer past time of watching videos of yoga positions demonstrated: just because it looks easy, doesn't mean it isn't the hardest thing in the world.

I want to stop some of my behavior but apparently I am unable to do so. I find that lately I'm easily able to rationalize behavior that is self destructive, that is soul crushing. I rationalize it with whittling knife. Fuck, I DECORATE that shit with that knife, digging through it, forming it into a souvenir, something you'd put on a key chain. It becomes something I can wear around my neck and show off to strangers, LOOK what I did! SEE how I am unable to be hurt! It actually kind of makes me sad that I often fall into the cliche of self aggrandizement to hide insecurities. I don't know if pretending to be content is self aggrandizement or if it just feels that way inside my head.

Maybe it's just today but I'm a peeled orange. I feel raw and pulpy. With little to no effort you could quarter me and drop me in a blender. I'm just in one of those states of mind that makes falling apart seem a viable option. It could be the collective consciousness of how vulnerable everyone is at all times. It's been what this woman I used to work with would call a week. She'd sigh through the word week and in that one turn of phrase just communicate all that needed to be said and we'd all just go: I know.

So yeah, I'm currently in the market for a new hobby. I mean, I can't actually solve any "problems" I have because I don't actually have any problems. Unless you consider the utter luxury and time it takes to participate in the mini dramas of my brain a problem.. (Oh these little we go again.)  And I cannot do that. So I'm looking to do what I presume we all look for: distraction. It can't be too thinky. Or difficult to learn. I don't feel up to challenging my brain to work any more than it does. I want the opposite effect. You know, along the lines of drinking but with no biochemical effects or self loathing the next day. I don't know. Maybe trepanning?? It seemed to be worth the effort in the middle ages. Everything old is new again.

Detail from The Extraction of the Stone of Madness, a painting by Hieronymus Bosch depicting trepanation (c.1488-1516) aka A viable alternative to drinking.

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