Greetings,
I'm finding my life getting more and more surreal and I think I am losing my grasp on reality with each passing day...
Thusly I thought it was probably time to commence recording my decline into giggling insanity for posterity and also for my sister the psychology lecturer so that she can write an awesome PHD.
I seem to have picked up a verbal dyslexia that leads me to put the wrong words into sentences such as yesterday instead of saying "Mushroom pickers" coming out with the surreal "Mushroom miners." Or todays high light "Pineapple workers." Which leads to a whole discussion about Pineapples working for the state at night...
My wife tells me it's a problem... alot of others that it is funny. I - as always am indecissive on the issue.
I seem to get away with it at work most of the time, in a social context but with certain people I must be very VERY careful.
Take for example "Lotte".;.. I spend a lot of time talking to "Lotte" about many things when I can, although it invariably leads back to work, but occasionally... just occaisionally I will put my foot royally in it and spend the next day or so back tracking. Once she took the wrong end of the proffered stick and in audiably spat venom in my direction and fled... three minutes later I worked out why she was angry and fled after her. About 10 minutes later that particular crease was ironed out.
I think it kind of helps with creativity and I write alot of the more surreal ideas down for posterity and although I am trying to write a serious novel I think that maybe I should just given and write a surrealist sci-fi where the characters take a walk through this odd surreal land scape that I my mind is forming...
Anyway work is calling again... In my next session I may talk further about the odd breakdown that is slowly evolving in my mind... as Bernard of black books would say... "I can feel it falling away like pieces of wet cake."
