It’s 9:27am here. I’m at work. I’m supposed to be painting the outside of a house but there was a very heavy dew last night. Hopefully I’ll be able to get in soon. I must be in a pretty good place mentally because I’m not anxious or uptight, maybe I just don’t care. Anyway I’m kicking back for a while until it dries off. I’ve oiled a door and just need the windows to dry off so I can start painting them.
I’ve been giving thought to if I should either go back to the doctors and insist on a referral or if I pay vast sums of money to a private psychiatrist or if I do neither. Answers on a post card… Anyway I’m going to sit down comfortable and search the internet for a while looking at all of the alternative options. Maybe I’ll win the lottery tonight and retire to a life of a hermit and pay the private psychiatrist. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with me. Maybe it’s just everyone else can’t see the true reality of the world. They’re too caught up in money and ego.
I’ve wondered what people normally think about. Often I ask people what they’re thinking about only to get the reply that they’re thinking about nothing. I guess there must be lots of meditation masters in the world then either that it they simply are so brain dead that they don’t realise it. They’re all too consumed with who’s won eggs factor or prancing on ice or some similar mind numbingly se senses drivel. Why is it that someone who is interested in the spiritual betterment of mankind can feel so out there and on the fringes of society? Lots of big questions. Nobody cares for answers though, well hardly anybody . Hmm.
