Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Mindful chaos

My internal dialogue has grown relentless, the voices in my head no longer content to whisper during quiet times of purposeful introspection. The cacophony invades every moment with arguments on all things past, present and future. Is this what madness feels like? No, really. I'm asking.

I assume that some kind of growth will come from this. It may be yet another round of obsession, but this time it is with my own thoughts and feelings. I have always struggled with expressive writing. Want a research paper on the lasting physical and psychological affects of childhood neglect? Easy. A comparison of the affects on the brain of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide and alcohol? Done.

But to write about that which you believe to be true? Terrifying for me and I suspect, many others. I mean, you are inviting criticism from a species that values conformity above all else. Do you disagree? Do you think we value those who are unique? No, those 'unique' non-conformists are simply conforming to the idea of nonconformity. So there. And people are just fucking judgy. But they can't help it. The (mostly) unconscious categorization by the brain (AKA, stereotyping) is an innate survival instinct. At one time, it may have been as simple as danger or nah. Now, it is a multi-faceted system assigning different values to whomever and whatever we come into contact with.

To ensure my own survival, I usually keep whatever I'm thinking to myself. Except once in awhile I accidentally on purpose tell my boss that she's full of shit. I kid, I kid. Good thing she likes me. Perhaps the courage to acknowledge and state the Truth is the difference between an artist and, well, everyone else. Truth, not in of itself, but true belief, is not so easy to decipher. And once you figure out what you believe, you may wanna keep that shit to yourself.

And so, I remain in search of my own version of truth. As Lovecraft would say, my own dread glimpse of truth (he's such a downer). I think I've finally matured to the point that I'm not so worried about what the world thinks of me. Nope, I'm more concerned with what the voices think of me. Especially since those MFs won't shut up.

J. L. Dodd

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition." -Steve Jobs

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“I became a writer so that the voices inside my head would become an acceptable occurrence.”
― Janae Mitchell



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