We All Lose Our Charms In The End
It’s an unassuming day in July, and yet I can mark it as the official day that I lost my mind. I am not even sure how it happened. One minute I was staring into space trying to come up with an appropriate answer for one of my psychology classes, the next I forgot who I was. Just like that, I did not exist in my own mind. I could not remember my name, what I was doing, or even where I was. The odd part is that I was actually thankful to be relieved to be stripped of the burden of being me.
It is 80 degrees out, and I still have chills from the experience. Granted, I do not like the heat so I should be happy something finally cooled me off. Still, the universe could have picked a better time to start messing with my mind (if there is a good moment for that). The only way I can think of to describe this emptiness that I felt is to relive another moment in my life when my brain was void of thought: when I had my wisdom teeth out.
I was not devoid of any thoughts due to medication or even pain, it was television cleared my head. I was too lazy to do anything but flop on the couch and watch what we had for basic cable. On the style network they were playing marathon episodes of WHAT NOT TO WEAR so I watched it…for 7 hours. If that is not clearing the mind of pure thought form, I don’t know what is. Not only did I not know who I was, I was prepared to burn every outfit in my carefully selected wardrobe in some sort of manic panic attack concerning fashion.
As of right now, I am recovering from my odd experience. I thought I would share it with the rest of you because heaven forbid I keep something this odd to myself. And that is how I know I am back to being me again.
It is 80 degrees out, and I still have chills from the experience. Granted, I do not like the heat so I should be happy something finally cooled me off. Still, the universe could have picked a better time to start messing with my mind (if there is a good moment for that). The only way I can think of to describe this emptiness that I felt is to relive another moment in my life when my brain was void of thought: when I had my wisdom teeth out.
I was not devoid of any thoughts due to medication or even pain, it was television cleared my head. I was too lazy to do anything but flop on the couch and watch what we had for basic cable. On the style network they were playing marathon episodes of WHAT NOT TO WEAR so I watched it…for 7 hours. If that is not clearing the mind of pure thought form, I don’t know what is. Not only did I not know who I was, I was prepared to burn every outfit in my carefully selected wardrobe in some sort of manic panic attack concerning fashion.
As of right now, I am recovering from my odd experience. I thought I would share it with the rest of you because heaven forbid I keep something this odd to myself. And that is how I know I am back to being me again.