Silence And Thinking Too Much
I think so much that it is hard for me to write. I choose silence outwardly while being deluged with my inner monologue internally. Sucks. I can see why people do drugs. If I had a drug of choice I guess it would be thinking too much and sugar or eating when I'm not hungry. No, I'm not fat but I could stand to lose 20 pounds or so. The irony is that I love the change in breathing that exercise brings but hate to exercise and that brings me to my next thought, which is not bad at all. The release for me comes through breathing. It's more than taking a deep breath. It's a total change in the rhythm of my breathing that I can't get anywhere outside of exercising. I use to jump up and down and jump rope compulsively but it took its toll on my feet and joints and though I'd love to take up jogging now, I can't. I use to ride a bike, have been a bike rider for the past 30 years, but got tired of that. So now I'm thinking about getting a pair of roller skates like the 'Dog Whisperer' Cesear Millan has. I don't know how to skate, but the wheels on those look like it would be easier to learn. I've tried rollerblades and didn't like them in case anyone was wondering.
Aside from thinking too much, there is the problem of thinking that everybody knows what you mean or should know what you mean or that you think you know them and what they think and feel. Ugh. I guess I've said enough. How very unattractive. ;-(