So I'm practically schizophrenic. So many different points of view to watch the world from, so many different ways to judge things based on the angle of where you stand. You take
Opinion by its corners, stretch it out in every direction, and cast it into the air. Up. Down. Left. Right. In. Out. All in-betweens. It's like the reflections of a rippled body of water... too many colors to consider, too many positions to imagine, you try to keep track of it all and you will only get lost.
This is what drives me nuts when life gives me a puzzle to play with... I know I can't see every viewpoint and that attempting to would only be madness, but my mind loves the challenge. If there is one phrase I've come up with that will catch on in society, it will likely be "my freakin' mind." Yes, my mind is a big part of me, but it also gets in the way time and time again. In fact, I'd say it's just about the most annoying thing in my life. Figures, huh?
All in all, however, it's not so bad. At least I'm learning something new most of the time, regardless how many loops of thought it takes to get there. The real problem is not my mind, but rather my heart. It seems as though the two are related, brothers even, since they share the same issue of confusion.
When it's in my mind, no big deal, all I need to do is find something else to occupy my thoughts and I'm good for the moment. When it's in my heart though, it's much more difficult to simply change what I'm feeling. And more often than not, the mixture of emotions becomes slightly toxic. They stir within the center of my chest, burning away at the layers I try to contain them with, and it seems like anything I throw at it only makes it worse.
For something that hurts so bad, you would think I would've found a solution by now... but I haven't. From what I've figured so far, you can either wait for the boiling pot to cool or simply dive in and get it over with. Maybe that's what this rant is, me putting a hand or two in the pot and seeing how long I can last. Unfortunately though, the pot I have now is hotter than ones of the past, and even the steam intimidates me.
Some of you may know what's in that pot, but it's fine if you don't. Overall, it's just me and my freakin' mind, trying to get ahold of my damn heart. Cheers, and good luck if you can relate.