Interesting metaphor, "sink my teeth into." You may have me confused with another. I'm more of a lips and tongue kind of guy. My teeth are pretty sharp.
What, don't you catch sticks and bones when they're tossed your way?
Well, I've been on a strict diet for about fifteen years, but before that, I tried to catch every stick and bone that came my way if she still had some meat on her or at the very least, a pulse. As hungry as this old dawg is these days, I may have to start chasing stuff again.
I can remember hearing from lots of people that sleep cures all ills. I have a tough time accepting this, because I have gotten too much sleep a few times and it's like slow-walking murder.
It doesn't - beyond a certain point it hurts mood, and I've seen studies that back this up too. I just seem to become convinced at times that it might. One of my warning signs is when I prefer to be dreaming than awake.
To me that feeling is a sure sign that I am falling into another wave of generalized depression.
I don't want you to think that I have mastered "sleep," because I sometimes can't sleep when I NEED to.
Oh, I don't think you've mastered it. I just suspect you know a few useful things I don't.
It's not secret.
Consciously, slow your breathing, consciously relax every muscle, consciously turn off each pain, one by one, consciously wiggle free from your body and unconsciously, float away. It only takes a few minutes, but as Chief Dan George said in that Eastwood movie, "Sometimes the magic doesn't work."
It's those times that trouble me. I'm concerned that the image/I mage is just the same as every time when it all works, building up pressure, ready for me to use, and I can't find the nipple. The failure is my own.
Maybe turning off our brains is what we need to do, although at times of our own choosing.
Yeah. I'm not opposed to rest when it's needed, I just get easily disgusted by my own apathy.
Several times, having only a few hours before I leave for work, I have remained in my chair tweaking a fractal or refining a drawing of my
yet to be started project, reading the forum or changing something around on my stereo, when I SHOULD be asleep. Apathy. Even knowing that I could rest if I would just try a little harder without a single nod, I'll carry a book to bed and spend the short time with the brain "On."
Why?
Why not try the magic?
I'd best shut up before I get emo.
The Games forum is not the place for getting emo, since it's in public view, but I've done it plenty of times. I suppose it's just a matter of time until the wrong person stops by and happens upon enough of my cryptic emo nonsense (that I pretend only my "friends" could figure out because they know what is going on in my life) that I may expected to defend my emo-ness.
I could be in for some ridicule.
