Gerbils and guilt
Oh, the mind is fascinating (or human awareness, or spirits, or angels or demons, or gerbils on their little wheels). Today the gerbils have been mercifully still, allowing me to work, for it's a no-time-to-spare type situation here. But as is so often the case, the shower rouses them from their snooze and sends them scurrying back to their labors.
Today's theme: guilt.
It goes something like this:
1. Guilt.
2. Guilt-and-guilt-and-guilt-and-guilt, round and round.
3. "Nedra, stop being a damn fool. You're only a very small animal like piglet and cannot turn back time, change how people are, make others happy if they do not choose to be, alter your own personality overnight, cure cancer, always respond perfectly to every situation, and so on."
4. Yeah, but. If only...
5. See number 3.
6. "OK, yeah, I guess you're right. Guilt's a pretty useless emotion anyway, except as a marker which tells you that there is something to be acknowledged and dealt with. It is not so good if you just feel it running around and around at a gerbil pace."
7.
8. Whatever song is currently being piped into the habitrail.
9.
10. Guilt.
11.
12. More song.
13.
14. Blog post about guilt!






