forsyth | Time for faux philisophical BS!

So, lesse. Ah yes, the human mind. Which may not be quite the right word, but hey. People's brains are like gumbo. Or your choice of vaguely stew-like substance, it's the bubbling and the all sorts of crap in it that's important. And before my metaphor completely dies, lemme get to the point. Thinking is the bubbles and stuff on the surface, which moves all around, but is influenced by all sorts of things underneath. Thinking on it, that's a really bad metaphor, but eh. Anyway! The point is, there's all sorts of things under our concious mind,that we don't usually notice, but influence what we're thinking about. But the really nifty part is some of those can be reprogrammed. So to speak, anyway. No matter how rational and everything you are, inital reactions are usually more dependent on reflexes, emotions, and buried habits. So, to deal with those, you need to change them. Which requires conciously deciding to do something different. Not just once, and not always when it happens, but over and over, to make the way you want to react now the new reflex.

Do I have a point here? Sort of. Because I'm trying to change some of my own reactions, with the general idea of making them better. By my definition of better, anyway. Do I think it's gonna work? I dunno, we'll see. That's what most of therapy and stuff is, trying to cancel out old habits and reactions and replace them with new ones. Is it gonna be easy? Definitely not, since one of my habitual reactions is to care less about me. And to not listen to my own advice, too.

So, for my first trick, I'm gonna get back into the habit of writing. I hope Which I've been sorta working on, though without too much success.

Oh yeah. Accomplishments: Yesterday: Wrote a bit on the Presents from Mom thing. Monday, straightened the back room at work (some, trust me, if you saw it, straightening it some would seem an accomplishment to you), went to Economics class, general crap. Sunday: Whole lotta nothin. Saturday: Wrote a little.