4:01 am and counting
Another late night. Yeah, I get very little sleep these days; probably not too good for my health, but what the hell, I'm on vacation. I patronized a local diner this evening. Ordered up a cup of coffee and something called the "Super Omelette". As I added the requisite two creams and one packet of Splenda to my coffee and began to stir, I stared into the vortex the spoon created, mesmerized.
I suddenly felt very alone in the world.
Allow me to relate an anecdote at this juncture: Some years ago, I became acquainted with a most excellent game called Mindtrap. The game focused on logic problems that required a healthy union of outside-the-box critical thinking combined with a modicum of common sense. If you thought about any of the scenarios long enough, the answer would emerge. The best part about the game is that you had to do just the right amount of thinking. Under-(or more often)over-thinking would lead you to the incorrect answer.
Which brings me to my difficulties as of late.
Something's been on my mind for the past few weeks. I have encountered a situation that is an impasse in every sense of the word. Still, I sit here night after night, spending time that should be spent sleeping and resting my body turning over the possibilities in my head. Analyzing, thinking, exploring every angle of this situation. Dreaming up unique solutions time and again, then dashing them from my mind as implausible as the sun arrives with a new day. It is analogous to a real-life game of Mindtrap gone horribly, horribly awry. My brain wants there to be a correct, final answer, and it will not stop working until I find it. It is simply the way I'm wired.
Forks in the road come along very often in life. It can be situations as mundane as "Do I want to take the freeway or side streets to work today?" or as life-altering as "Do I want to remain with this person for the rest of my life?"But, what do you do when the fork's tines are twisted into a Mobius strip? Any course of action will bring you directly back to square one. My brain is working overtime for a solution that doesn't exist, and I don't know how to shut it off.
Yikes.
I suddenly felt very alone in the world.
Allow me to relate an anecdote at this juncture: Some years ago, I became acquainted with a most excellent game called Mindtrap. The game focused on logic problems that required a healthy union of outside-the-box critical thinking combined with a modicum of common sense. If you thought about any of the scenarios long enough, the answer would emerge. The best part about the game is that you had to do just the right amount of thinking. Under-(or more often)over-thinking would lead you to the incorrect answer.
Which brings me to my difficulties as of late.
Something's been on my mind for the past few weeks. I have encountered a situation that is an impasse in every sense of the word. Still, I sit here night after night, spending time that should be spent sleeping and resting my body turning over the possibilities in my head. Analyzing, thinking, exploring every angle of this situation. Dreaming up unique solutions time and again, then dashing them from my mind as implausible as the sun arrives with a new day. It is analogous to a real-life game of Mindtrap gone horribly, horribly awry. My brain wants there to be a correct, final answer, and it will not stop working until I find it. It is simply the way I'm wired.
Forks in the road come along very often in life. It can be situations as mundane as "Do I want to take the freeway or side streets to work today?" or as life-altering as "Do I want to remain with this person for the rest of my life?"But, what do you do when the fork's tines are twisted into a Mobius strip? Any course of action will bring you directly back to square one. My brain is working overtime for a solution that doesn't exist, and I don't know how to shut it off.
Yikes.