Perceptions and presentiments

This is by far one of the prettiest summer-autumn I’ve experienced. The motivating chills and fresh smells have been keeping my head clear somewhat, although I see by the twitch in your eyebrow that you disagree, but it’s natural to disagree with the way one perceives the weather. Not only the weather.

So often being accused of painting a dark shade on everything. And it would never occur to you that it looks pretty and makes other people smile.

So many accusations lately…I shall seal my lips and blend in. It saves some useless explanations.

Truth is I’m tired. But it’s not the time to sleep.

 

There is no such thing as empathy or comprehension of the exact same kind. Even a mutual feeling is not at the same length (but you may believe so). There is only similarity. Just like we don’t perceive the beauty of love the same way. This is supposed to make things more interesting. Hm.

It may be difficult to view things from all angles and not just rely on your own, and once you understand your friend’s point of view, you feel that you have broadened your mindset. It feels good.

 

I love sunshine, even when it blinds my mind and makes me sleepy. However, I miss my nocturnal activities and so does my brain. That’s when everything’s at its place, waiting to be utilized for creative purposes. I can then live out my obsessions; line up strings of thoughts and ideas that will set my mind free or at least distract me from everything unpleasant. It’ also the time when my libido level rises, but I apply sublimation so it becomes a sexy piece of fiction.

 

Recently I’ve been occupied with presentiments, but not of the good kind. I will not elaborate, for I cannot. If I have to apply Jung’s concept of emotional conflict in relation to the unconscious I feel like I have to polarize my sentiments and support only one extreme, rather than both at the same time, but I don’t know which one. The middle part currently involves too much uncertainty and indecision that are infuriating me, but they are all self-inflicted; I admit that. It’s the same dilemma as Nemo’s in “Mr Nobody”, except that I can’t go into the future to check which extreme will eventually … it doesn’t matter now.  You evaluate yourself as you go.

 

I don’t want to feel presentiments. They come in a blur along with a bad taste in my mouth. And whenever I filter them into a piece of fiction, I feel released.

Why do you think I’m so calm? I can always burst another day…when you’re not looking.

 

Today I made someone cry by saying nothing. It was very unexpected.

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