Thursday, May 13, 2004

It would seem that even my sleeping positions have become a metaphor for my life. The position I am comfortable with (right side) is not the one that is 'natural' to me (stay with me, this is leading somewhere, I promise!) since it barely takes ten minutes for me to switch right back to sleeping on my back again. The position that feels natural (back) is the one that makes me uncomfortable, hence a re-switching to the right side follows. And so on.

The point of this prattling was not to invoke nasty yet titilating images in cmpfg's mind or bore people to death, but to point out how overthinking and loking for some hidden meanings in every single thing can slowly drive you insane. And not the fun, Lenny Kravitz-insane, but the bizarre Van Gogh-insane.

Misha at Thursday, May 13, 2004

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