Do you ever wonder why we do the things we do?
I ran across this awesome article about self-sabotage. As you know, I have Crohn's disease. What you don't know is, I have an ongoing battle with food. A serious battle that can be exhausting at times. I also have writing issues. I procrastinate.
Human beings are part animal and part spiritual or some would say part mind or whatever you want to call it. The animal is interested in food, sex, sleep, and play. Oh, I would be remiss to not mention who can pee higher on the tree. Dogs will do that you know. A small dog will walk its hind legs up a tree so it can pee higher thereby letting other animals know it is bigger and stronger than he really is when they stop to smell .
Kind of like what the USA and Russia are doing right now.
Remember duck and cover.
Ah, yeah. We're suppose to survive a nuclear war that way.
In any case, because Crohn's strikes one of the most basic desires of a human being, an animalistic desire because it keeps us alive, and there are foods that are impossible to eat, Crohn's people are at a constant war with themselves. So, like the procrastinator writer, we must give the animal what it wants or be locked into a perpetual state of war.
You know, like human kind.
OK, so, because I am a procrastinator when it comes to writing, like I have to get all the yucky stuff out of the way before I sit down and write because I enjoy it so much, I must find a way to feed the animal first so the spiritual part gets its play time. Is that a run on sentence?
Why does life have to be so complicated? In honor of my animalistic self, I have decided to sit down and negotiate. Something the world could learn from. Here are a few slices of wisdom I've come up with so far.
1. I hate my office. I hate the lighting, the barrenness, and the austere environment. So, this weekend, I'm changing a few things. I'm going to make my space warm and comfy.
2. I use(d) food to comfort myself which is why I can get worked into a rage over the smallest thing. I don't have any comfort foods anymore. So I have to find a way to satiate the animal or discover why it is so necessary that I use food for comfort. Especially chocolate. Oh, God, and ice cream.
Maybe Russia could use some dark magic chocolate. I'll give the USA some Southern Comfort. That should tied them over. Now, back to me.
Idiots
3. I need to discover why I have to do everything else before I can write. The house must be clean, the clothes washed and dry, the dishes done. I really have NO idea why this is true. But, I have the same issue with food.
That is a serious weekend doing some serious thought. Too bad my daughter's coming up for a visit. Spending time with her is FAR more important than worrying about the animal in me.
Don't you agree?
Hum, maybe we can provide a distraction for the powers that be. Obama and Putin can fight it out while we eat popcorn and watch.
OKOKOK, I'll eat celery sticks.
In all seriousness, what is happening in the Crimea is wrong on so many levels. Here's hoping (and praying) for a better tomorrow.
I ran across this awesome article about self-sabotage. As you know, I have Crohn's disease. What you don't know is, I have an ongoing battle with food. A serious battle that can be exhausting at times. I also have writing issues. I procrastinate.
Human beings are part animal and part spiritual or some would say part mind or whatever you want to call it. The animal is interested in food, sex, sleep, and play. Oh, I would be remiss to not mention who can pee higher on the tree. Dogs will do that you know. A small dog will walk its hind legs up a tree so it can pee higher thereby letting other animals know it is bigger and stronger than he really is when they stop to smell .
Kind of like what the USA and Russia are doing right now.
Remember duck and cover.
Ah, yeah. We're suppose to survive a nuclear war that way.
In any case, because Crohn's strikes one of the most basic desires of a human being, an animalistic desire because it keeps us alive, and there are foods that are impossible to eat, Crohn's people are at a constant war with themselves. So, like the procrastinator writer, we must give the animal what it wants or be locked into a perpetual state of war.
You know, like human kind.
OK, so, because I am a procrastinator when it comes to writing, like I have to get all the yucky stuff out of the way before I sit down and write because I enjoy it so much, I must find a way to feed the animal first so the spiritual part gets its play time. Is that a run on sentence?
Why does life have to be so complicated? In honor of my animalistic self, I have decided to sit down and negotiate. Something the world could learn from. Here are a few slices of wisdom I've come up with so far.
1. I hate my office. I hate the lighting, the barrenness, and the austere environment. So, this weekend, I'm changing a few things. I'm going to make my space warm and comfy.
2. I use(d) food to comfort myself which is why I can get worked into a rage over the smallest thing. I don't have any comfort foods anymore. So I have to find a way to satiate the animal or discover why it is so necessary that I use food for comfort. Especially chocolate. Oh, God, and ice cream.
Maybe Russia could use some dark magic chocolate. I'll give the USA some Southern Comfort. That should tied them over. Now, back to me.
Idiots
3. I need to discover why I have to do everything else before I can write. The house must be clean, the clothes washed and dry, the dishes done. I really have NO idea why this is true. But, I have the same issue with food.
That is a serious weekend doing some serious thought. Too bad my daughter's coming up for a visit. Spending time with her is FAR more important than worrying about the animal in me.
Don't you agree?
Hum, maybe we can provide a distraction for the powers that be. Obama and Putin can fight it out while we eat popcorn and watch.
OKOKOK, I'll eat celery sticks.
In all seriousness, what is happening in the Crimea is wrong on so many levels. Here's hoping (and praying) for a better tomorrow.
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