This is a story about the odd one out…
I’m trapped in a prison of my own mind. My internal monologue chatters away incessantly. When social norms don’t constrain me, I talk to myself. Sometimes my brain tells me to do stupid stuff, like kiss a male work colleague who’s talking to me in the middle of a busy office – the most inappropriate thing that my subconscious can imagine. Often times, agonisingly cringeworthy memories pop into my head, that are so awful that I wince and whisper “fuck!” under my breath.
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Intrusive thoughts. I wish I knew any answer other than “try and ignore them”. My brain is a bully, trying thoughts until it finds one that bothers me and then it keeps repeating it. It’s surprisingly common for people to think about jumping in front oncoming trains, even if they’re not depressed.
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I must have bad breath, ’cause you never fuckin’ tried to kiss me in the middle of a busy office…
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I think we all do that. Don’t we ?
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I don’t know. I’d have to ask around
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