These are some words I've doodled. Some are better than others. Some other words I've said can be found at Movies We've Seen.

As I was watching this, Spotify began playing “Enter the Circus.”

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Anonymous.

Someone smart gave me this. 

How to Drive Yourself Crazy
1. Save your major worries until about midnight. Then start heavy thinking. Suggested topics include poverty in your old age, losing your job, the mistake that you made at work last week that they haven’t discovered yet, that suspicious wart that you’ve had for five years. You should work up a good panic by 1 a.m. 

2. Keep an inventory of your faults. Focus on your bad points. Ignore your strengths. Try to select friends who remind you of them. If you don’t have friends like this, you probably have some relatives who can be counted on to point out your weaknesses.

3. Set unreasonable goals. No matter how much money you’re earning, remember the others who are doing better. Try to name three of them - preferably younger and better looking than you are. Think about how others could do a better job than you are doing.

4. When your kids screw up, don’t accept it as routine. View it as the first sign of impending moral decay, delinquency and a wasted life. Imagine them as shiftless bums at 30. Sponging off you.

5. Put everything off until the last minute. In this way, you can create a sense of frenzy and chronic stress, regardless of how much time you initially had.

6. To aid in the creation of stress, try to sleep as little as possible. Eat junk food, drink a lot of coffee. Forget exercise.

7. Don’t let anyone else know how you feel or what you want. You shouldn’t have to tell them anyway, since they can read your mind. This way, you have a really good chance of feeling really deprived. 

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The Judgment Bell

I won’t make apologies for waiting so long to post something to my “other” blog (by which I mean this one). I have very recently embarked on a path that moves me through my life without criticism and judgment. I won’t be embarassed or made guilty for not posting more regularly. In 100 years, this won’t matter. 

Imagine that.

Today, I learned about a sort-of exercise.

Imagine that there is A Judgment Bell. It’s a bell that rings whenever you have a thought that is judgmental (to yourself or someone else). 

Mine rang at least eleven times between leaving my appointment and getting home. I had to drive on I-75, stopped to get gas, stopped in Inman Park, stopped in EAV, had a drink at The Earl and then came home. Maybe if I had driven straight home, it would have rung less. 

Not likely though, truthfully.

When I was at the bar with some folks, I realized that we would just have to shout over The Judgment Bell for the duration of our converation, because judgment is made funny.

At least in my circle of friends.

How about yours? How often do you think Your Judgment Bell will ring tomorrow? 

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