Cerebral Segues
My mind goes where it wants, or at least where it chooses - which is not at all
the same thing. Minds, like people, often choose things they don’t want.
Sometimes it meanders in complete indifference to my secret preferences. Sometimes, when I am cooperating with it (or it believes that I am), it will gleefully show me its whimsies and amusements. Every so often, it takes malicious pleasure in confusing and embarrassing me. And every once in a greater while, it tries to scare the crap out of me.
It is said that we are all alone. It is also said that we are our own worst enemies. Which would seem to mean that, unavoidably, we are destined to be alone with the last person we should trust. For some reason, that strikes me as a noteworthy poetic justice and the perfect punch line for an improvisational skit about the meaning of life.
I’m not surprised by that ... it’s my mind after all.