mind
on the astral plane of my mind, different clones of me representing my different types of emotions are sitting around a fire at night in some desolate wooded mountain area. the survivalist/rational side of me is staring deep into the fire, while preparing spears and other various hunting weapons, as i/he mumbles some type of bush logic that only makes sense to him. the logical side of me is pacing back and forth, tryin to find the most logical way out of every situation. the playful blissful side of me is laying face up staring off into the distance of various constellations in the sky, connecting stars to make different shapes and designs. the sad/down/depressed side of me is already curled up in a sleeping bag, who may have already given up hope.
ill add more to this, i gotta get ready for work.
there are 2 other emotions i forgot to mention before. the one who represents fear, and the one who may play a more crucial role than others, humour. fear is huddling facing away from the fire, looking off into the eery dark distance, straining to utilize every sense about me/him. ears gaping wide to hear every small miniscule sound, such as swaying branches and broken twigs. being the master of analysis, as every emotion of me is, fear may be the most irrational. fear is for everyone i believe. in fears mind, monsters and beings not of this world loom, stomping back and forth waiting for the right time to strike. and now we come to the most crucial emotion of all, humour. as some may notice, this emotion surfaces more than the rest of the other "me's." humour helps and adapts with my other emotions to suit different situations. differnt ppl, places, and things sway influence on various parts of my emotions, also sounds, more specifically voices.
i never told anyone, but when im down and times are tough, i think of friends and family. the most recent time was during the more trying times when i was working up at minnekhada park. my survival emotion was mostly in charge during work, epecially when it pertained to bush/trail work.
on the rare occasion, i free myself of all emotions. i can clear my mind of everything but where i am, and what im doing. i can only do this for certain periods of time. time effects everything.
there is also somehting else that occured recently that made me write this shit down. recently, when i have a dragon and get ripped, like really ripped, when i close my eyes, i see these 2 versions of me. kinda like good andy and bad andy, its wierd. im usually in control of good me. and in a matter of seconds i start to fight myself in "matrix" fashion. even if im sittin there it seems like it lasts for long periods of time. the bad me wears some kinda blue long sleeved shirt of some kind. the good me wears like some kinda yellow shirt of the same design. its hard to explain.
thats all i can think of for now. theres alot more brewin up my ol head
ill add more to this, i gotta get ready for work.
there are 2 other emotions i forgot to mention before. the one who represents fear, and the one who may play a more crucial role than others, humour. fear is huddling facing away from the fire, looking off into the eery dark distance, straining to utilize every sense about me/him. ears gaping wide to hear every small miniscule sound, such as swaying branches and broken twigs. being the master of analysis, as every emotion of me is, fear may be the most irrational. fear is for everyone i believe. in fears mind, monsters and beings not of this world loom, stomping back and forth waiting for the right time to strike. and now we come to the most crucial emotion of all, humour. as some may notice, this emotion surfaces more than the rest of the other "me's." humour helps and adapts with my other emotions to suit different situations. differnt ppl, places, and things sway influence on various parts of my emotions, also sounds, more specifically voices.
i never told anyone, but when im down and times are tough, i think of friends and family. the most recent time was during the more trying times when i was working up at minnekhada park. my survival emotion was mostly in charge during work, epecially when it pertained to bush/trail work.
on the rare occasion, i free myself of all emotions. i can clear my mind of everything but where i am, and what im doing. i can only do this for certain periods of time. time effects everything.
there is also somehting else that occured recently that made me write this shit down. recently, when i have a dragon and get ripped, like really ripped, when i close my eyes, i see these 2 versions of me. kinda like good andy and bad andy, its wierd. im usually in control of good me. and in a matter of seconds i start to fight myself in "matrix" fashion. even if im sittin there it seems like it lasts for long periods of time. the bad me wears some kinda blue long sleeved shirt of some kind. the good me wears like some kinda yellow shirt of the same design. its hard to explain.
thats all i can think of for now. theres alot more brewin up my ol head