Just another post

The B.O.I maybe be a P.K. (potential knob).

I am learning some wisdom from the Dalai Lama's Art of Happiness. Quell fear and anxiety by connecting with my sincere motivation for doing or wanting whatever the fear is about. This has helped alot. I want to be of service and use my brain to its best capacity - is there any harm in that? No, so there should be no fear. Thanks Mr Charming Wise Tibetan Man.

A friend who reads my blog delicately advised that I am too preoccupied and reliant on others liking me. This is probably true. I don't want to make a bad impression, who does? My confidence wavers. It's not necessarily always connected to others' approval, but often so. Surely I'll get better with age, like extra sharp parmesan? Or is it too late? Going to bed the other night after an evening feeling disconnected from my friends, I thought about how and when I will be able to stop taking the anti-depressants i've been on for the bigger part of 7 years. Before I find a new soulmate? I'm sure I could comedically explain my need to take the medication but what kind of impression or concern would that give a potential suitor? Alarm bells probably. Unless he's got some weird interest in pharmaceuticals for the brain. A nice little lab boy perhaps. Or a fellow depressive? That scenario was both the beauty and the beast of the last relationship (THE relationship).

Righto, signing off purely because my computer is dominating my days and I have the domestic habits of a slug when my Cancerian nature predisposes otherwise.