I feel like I live a polarized life, emotionally. It doesn't seem bipolar, however. It is just best characterized by the extrema, interspersed with countless immemorial experiences. Everything else--remember, emotionally--seems to just remain in that distant past, at the time when it occurred. Nothing seems to stay around for long. It feels like my skin is a fluoropolymer and the substrate of my soul is etched with the acid used to make it. An initial trauma galvanizing its way from outside to in, leaving the scars of creation to forever change the way things feel to me. An echo is what those scars are--nothing more than reverberation from the other side of the great, wide, "other side" of some emotional canyon, reminding me of a long-ago emitted scream of pain, but only so long after the fact. Long enough to forget the meaning in the first place.
Apophenia is driving me crazy. I wish I had found out about this term sooner.
Apophenia is driving me crazy. I wish I had found out about this term sooner.
I KNOW WHERE IT IZ.
I SHOW U.
When I made your soul on Thanksgiving -- I was actually going to send it to you. So I kept it around. BUT THENNNNNNN I needed a notecard for my cookie recipe, and didn't realized I'd grabbed your soul, and, and .. so. I wrote down the ingredients on the other side and flipped it over to write the baking instructions and was like, OH NOOOOES. But it was too late. :/
So I stapled another card to it, sam'miching the soul inside. And wrote the 'structions on the outside of that one.
So it is inside!