There’s a word for compulsory rhyming. If I could choose an OCD, that would be it. I can’t think of the word though. All I can think about is arihtmophobia. I guess that’s not what I actually have though as I’m not phobic to numbers. And it’s not really that bad. I’m not really letting it control me, am I?
Like the other night after we left the cocktail club and I had a bad feeling about something (nothing). And two busses passed, 13 and 23, only to confirm my fears of (nothing). And I forced us to stop for a while, although I'd had a few drinks, 7 to be exact. Which is a good number, so I should’ve been fine.
It’s just deeply rooted. I guess it reminds me of all the angst and thoughts of the multi-verse. Thinking that I’ve done something wrong, that I’ve made a bad choice or taken a wrong turn somewhere and even my choice of breakfast cereal can determine my entire life. Like the wings of a butterfly. Infinite possibilities. The collapse of worlds.
But then after all, it’s just cheerios.
And I’m still here.
I've been thinking to myself lately, when trying to explain the feeling:
"It feels as if I'm running out on RAM"
Which, as it turns out, is exactly what I'm doing (almost).
According to this article long term lithium treatment causes the brain to build Gray Matter "as much as 15 percent higher in areas that are critical for attention, [motivation] and controlling emotions".
Or in general, just quite indifferent.
Thank you for being crazy
But I have the coolest dad in the world.
Not that it actually even matters. But still.
I've got something to say
But not sure what it is
someone kissed me saturday night
and maybe I liked it
Bubbles make the world go 'round
Big eyes citylights
looking up at the people who run this town
now we're the ones' who are looking down.
Beauvoir would spank you so hard...
Women are from Venus, men are from Mars?
The secret is,
actually, we're all from the planet earth.