My brain turned off a few weeks ago. A surge protector switch flipped, or vestigial hibernation happened, or something. The part that thinks is now in the dark, inaccessible. I can’t seem to kick it back on. I’m eating healthy, not drinking, getting exercise, changing clothes, smiling at children, etc. Despite this, the GONE FISHIN’ sign continues to gently swing from my cerebral cortex.
It’s quite irritating, as I’m feeling my age these days, aware that I don’t have a whole lifetime to make something of myself. That hasn’t stopped me from phrasing most of my responses in the form of monosyllabic grunts and spending quality time staring into space. In fact, I’ve spent most of my allotted time to write this post gently running an index finger over my lips and making that “Bllublllllublllllulllb” sound.
PS: Thank you for the emails and comments from the last few weeks. Apologies for the ones to which I have yet to respond.
Staring into space can be so deeply, DEEPLY soothing though.
Sea changes require a certain amount of hunkering down and hanging on. I think your life is in the midst of some big ones and some part of your brain recognizes that.
I’m thinking of you.
Agree with above. It may well be some sort of detoxification, psychological and physical, in progress. Chill a bit more and continue with your healthy eating and exercise habits.
Smoke a bowl and eat a whole bag of chips with your drink of choice while watching ridiculous tv.