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·Hi all,
Something I have noticed about the way I have always been, at least from early adolescence onward to where I am now, on the cusp of these so called "golden years." (Now this is interesting perhaps a "Fruedian slip," but when I went to write these "golden years" I actually typed these "golden tears.")
Anyway I have never been able to commit myself to anything or anybody, but I have been able to pretend on occasion. This has gotten to the point that I find it difficult to even commit myself to even doing one thing at a time. To do one thing at a time I must become concious of myself here and now in the moment. That is very difficult for me.
For instance writing this post. I will write a line or two then go about some chore or other for a minute or two. Perhaps start making a sandwhich which I end up doing in stages. Take the bread out of the bag go back to the computer. Sweep part of the floor, go back to writing a line or two, then put the mayonaise on the bread, then back to sweeping the floor. Maybe walk outside and check the oil in the car after taking the tomatoe out of the frig. Fold some laundry, then back to the computer, then back to the sandwhich etc. All this "busy work" trying to stay ahead of something. What could it be?
Could it be I am trying to run away from myself? Am I really such a monster? Is my DP a form of psychological "busy work?" Does anyone relate to what I am trying to say?
john
Something I have noticed about the way I have always been, at least from early adolescence onward to where I am now, on the cusp of these so called "golden years." (Now this is interesting perhaps a "Fruedian slip," but when I went to write these "golden years" I actually typed these "golden tears.")
Anyway I have never been able to commit myself to anything or anybody, but I have been able to pretend on occasion. This has gotten to the point that I find it difficult to even commit myself to even doing one thing at a time. To do one thing at a time I must become concious of myself here and now in the moment. That is very difficult for me.
For instance writing this post. I will write a line or two then go about some chore or other for a minute or two. Perhaps start making a sandwhich which I end up doing in stages. Take the bread out of the bag go back to the computer. Sweep part of the floor, go back to writing a line or two, then put the mayonaise on the bread, then back to sweeping the floor. Maybe walk outside and check the oil in the car after taking the tomatoe out of the frig. Fold some laundry, then back to the computer, then back to the sandwhich etc. All this "busy work" trying to stay ahead of something. What could it be?
Could it be I am trying to run away from myself? Am I really such a monster? Is my DP a form of psychological "busy work?" Does anyone relate to what I am trying to say?
john