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Chapter 23
"I did not sleep that night."
There is something about this sentence that makes sleeplessness seem not like torment.
So placidly and factually stated, as if unburdened by the obvious emotional distress that would accompany it.
It almost suggests that sleeplessness is heroic, not debilitating or draining; the reason for insomnia epic, and the proceeding or preceding event noteworthy in its ability to disrupt sleep. It suggests the insomniac worthy of praise for his admirable night spent unwell, and a vague look of "it was nothing" strapped gallantly upon his or her brave face.
I suppose, upon reflection, it is easy to make obsolete the feelings of the past, with the countenance you possess come the future. So in application, all I need to do to ruin the pressure I feel today about tomorrow, is to apparate in the day after, write a report on the uneventful proceedings that tomorrow will bring/had brought, and then somehow return to read it before the day begins.
Maybe you can tell I've been watching Dr.Who lately ... =P
And perhaps this easy retrospect offers insight into therapy against anxiety in future events.
All we must do is rationally and pragmatically assume a point of view which considers the future event as already passed. And from there we merely must summarize the occasion as if it were a monotonous non-event - a happening without emotional influence or pain.
Attempt:
"He parked his car outside any viable sight of person, building or vaguest suggestion of life, and began the day long trek into the university campus. He passed a tumbleweed, mocking him with its lazy direction and harmless indecision. He passed it twice. He wondered if it was the same one.
On arrival at his first tutorial, he found the faces cheerful yet unwelcoming. The class was issued with an assignment, fearfully little instruction, and then they were dismissed.
A two hour long break yielded little of thought, fact or fiction.
The proceeding lecture concluded after a mere thirty minutes, and the day seemed to likewise concur, under human ordain, and the sun quickly set into an uneasy rest.
The first day had finished, but the semester had only just begun."
Well, although I fell into the trap of suggesting emotion, I can definitely vouch for the therapy provided by solemn prediction.
No.
(uni tomorrow)
"I did not sleep that night."
There is something about this sentence that makes sleeplessness seem not like torment.
So placidly and factually stated, as if unburdened by the obvious emotional distress that would accompany it.
It almost suggests that sleeplessness is heroic, not debilitating or draining; the reason for insomnia epic, and the proceeding or preceding event noteworthy in its ability to disrupt sleep. It suggests the insomniac worthy of praise for his admirable night spent unwell, and a vague look of "it was nothing" strapped gallantly upon his or her brave face.
I suppose, upon reflection, it is easy to make obsolete the feelings of the past, with the countenance you possess come the future. So in application, all I need to do to ruin the pressure I feel today about tomorrow, is to apparate in the day after, write a report on the uneventful proceedings that tomorrow will bring/had brought, and then somehow return to read it before the day begins.
Maybe you can tell I've been watching Dr.Who lately ... =P
And perhaps this easy retrospect offers insight into therapy against anxiety in future events.
All we must do is rationally and pragmatically assume a point of view which considers the future event as already passed. And from there we merely must summarize the occasion as if it were a monotonous non-event - a happening without emotional influence or pain.
Attempt:
"He parked his car outside any viable sight of person, building or vaguest suggestion of life, and began the day long trek into the university campus. He passed a tumbleweed, mocking him with its lazy direction and harmless indecision. He passed it twice. He wondered if it was the same one.
On arrival at his first tutorial, he found the faces cheerful yet unwelcoming. The class was issued with an assignment, fearfully little instruction, and then they were dismissed.
A two hour long break yielded little of thought, fact or fiction.
The proceeding lecture concluded after a mere thirty minutes, and the day seemed to likewise concur, under human ordain, and the sun quickly set into an uneasy rest.
The first day had finished, but the semester had only just begun."
Well, although I fell into the trap of suggesting emotion, I can definitely vouch for the therapy provided by solemn prediction.
No.
(uni tomorrow)