I woke at around 4:00 AM thinking about perhaps cooking a chicken dinner. I’m thinking these thoughts might have been somewhat inspired by the rooster on the hill running his mouth again. What was that you were trying to say buddy? Was it any cock will do? “I had a few ex-girlfriends like that!”
Anyhow, I kind of woke up on the dark side, which is rather surprising in and of itself because the visions I had weren’t of a negative variety by any means. And yet… When I dove down to Center, a whole truck load of racing thoughts about my experiences with the Mental Health system here in Sussex County New Jersey fired up, the most recurring thought being, “I was stupid to think that anyone really cared enough to help,” and, “I’d have made better use of my energies going to the library instead.”
In reality, I think the above is roughly eighty percent true. It’s not all true. But… “It’s mostly true.”
What to do about it though is the million-dollar question. When I look at the possibility of finding a solution at Center before the Mental Health profession can screw more people the inner clockwork engages and pushes me out. “Why though?”
Anyhow… These thoughts were then chased away by another strong persistent one indicating to me that I should get out of bed and write down the visions I had. So… Having grabbed coffee and a light snack from the kitchen, “Here I am, doing just that!”