At this point, it would be more weird if that turned out NOT to be the title of my latest song, wouldn’t it?
Here’s the vid :
I was sorely tempted not to put the lyrics on screen this time because as you can see, that is a LOT of lyrics to give the LOS treatment to.
That’s why there’s more text on screen at one time than usual. That way I had to make half as many text objects in my video editing program.
Technically, I could skip the LOS process entirely and just be all ignorant and say, “Just read the automatic captioning!”.
It gets things right like… 95 percent of the time, overall.
But if I did that, it would be to free up my time and mental resources for something far more ambitious and that would be to make an actual honest to goodness video for my song out of publicly available images and video clips.
Holy crap would that be a lot of work. Kind of makes me want to find the clips and images first and write the song afterwards.
I’m a wizard at Three Card Nancy, I could totally do it.
Today’s song felt good to make. Anything that helps me vent some of the acute and chronic traumas of my broken childhood is good and making a song about it expresses what I’ve repressed better than just writing about it ever could.
I feel like I am really moving some heavy furniture in this head of mine lately. Like I am a recovering hoarder that is finally getting around to getting rid of the big stuff.
Whatever, man. It all can go as far as I am concerned. There is nothing in my head worth holding onto if it’s getting in the way of my mental health.
Fuck it. Burn it all. We can have a nice big bonfire of the inanities and warm ourselves while we watch all my bullshit go up in smoke.
And when we’re done maybe I will finally have enough room in my head to really think.
I’ve been contemplating my observations about having too many background processes running in your brain and slowing down your system like you have a million tabs open.
And how that fucks up your mood. It’s clear to me that maintaining a positive or at least functional state of mind requires a certain amount of free mental resources and if you don’t have enough memory free, the program won’t run, or runs really badly.
This may also point towards a possible link between intelligence and depression, as it takes a fairly high level of mental processing power to overload your brain quite as badly as someone like me can do.
Regular folk presumably do not have the ability to consign something they are thinking about to a background process and therefore cannot clutter their brain with processes they don’t even care about any more.
Once more I long for a cold reboot. And into Safe Mode so that it doesn’t reload the old processes and I can review what it’s been loading and get rid of the dross.
I suppose some people get their reboot from meditation and others get it by getting blackout drunk or otherwise using drugs to break their brains.
Or doing some kind of extreme activity like fasting or running a marathon or jumping out of an airplane.
All way to clear your mind and find some mental peace, some healthier than others.
Personally,I would love to try modern ketamine therapy.
It has a pretty high success rate at making symptoms go away.
And I would love to find out what I am like when I am not depressed.
More after the break.
A quick link
Normally I would just link to the image itself but this really requires Uncle Duke’s hilarious caption to be complete.
How I wish I was at…
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Another segment of time
I have been thinking a lot about time lately, and for me, that’s never a good thing.
And the fact that it’s never a good thing is also not a good thing.
And so forth and so on.
Specifically I have been having that terrifying feeling like all the days are blending together and collapsing into one and tomorrow is always now and yesterday is still here and the whole thing makes me feel like reality is collapsing around me and making me feel incredible nihilistic and freaked out.
I guess it’s been so much worse lately because I have finally allowed myself to consciously think about the sameness of my days after literal decades of scrupulously avoiding looking directly at the subject out of fear of these exact things I just mentioned.
But the only way out is through and so I am going to have to face my issues with time and my one eternal day and find some way to wade through all this fear and chaos and existential claustrophobia so that I can reach some kind of harmonious equilibrium with life and finally fine a way to just relax and live a natural life instead of howling at the moon from a cage of impacted self-awareness and hypervigilance all the damn time.
I have faith that if I just keep fighting my way through the waves of emotion, I will find peace at the other side of all this god damned repression.
For way longer than it takes someone to become a legal adult, I have lived my life in whatever way made doing nothing but my usual bullshit the least painful.
But fuck that. It’s not good enough any more. I don’t want to be a child genius any more. I want to finally grow the hell up and find my place in the world.
Even if I have to carve out that place by myself.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.