I am not an island
February 7th, 2007
People.
People who need people.
I am one of those people.
I don’t know about you but if I go for more than a few hours without human contact, the Overthink (think Monster-Who-Ate-the-Television-esque boogey-man-type creature) starts looming.
Ever since I began working from home I can feel the Overthink looking over my shoulder, waiting to crash into my conscious and take up residence forever.
Very few things can halt the Overthink from full-blown mind meld once it begins its descent.
I’ve named exercise as a cure for this vicious malady. Other such remedies include:
- Smelling my arm. It smells like home and usually has the effect of calming me down
- Interpretive Dance to Enya-type music
- Shopping
P.S. I searched far and wide for a picture of the monster that ate the television online and came up short. Can you believe? If you find one, please let me know.
February 7th, 2007 at 7:55 pm
Interpretive dance……. My close friend once dared me to do that to some foolish dancehall or rap song while we were inebriated. I can’t even bring myself to do that on a drunk joke capacity. This Overthink sounds syrius
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