The Mind is a strange and wonderful thing. Some might say mine is a very strange but perhaps not so wonderful thing. Being the obsessive compulsive that I am, I realise that my mind can play tricks on me, particularly where my emotions are concerned. Just because I think or feel something doesn’t mean others do. Nor should they. What I might like another to feel for me doesn’t make it so, applying equally to positive and negative feelings. Still occasionally the Committee goes to town in the confines of my mind, and I wonder who’s in charge.
Such is the world. These days I deal with such much better than I did before. Still Reality is a difficult ball to handle, more like trying to hold onto a handful of lube actually.
But two things always makes me feel wonderful…
One is the Rain.