Counting Down The Days...

I know...I know...I'm hinting on cyberspace...

Sigh...have I reached an all time low?

Said to a bird yesterday, "Think I need to see a psychiatrist..."

The bird replied, "Psychiatrists are overrated. You pay them just to have a "professional" affirmation of things you probably already know..."

Hhmm...in a way there is truth in what my feathered friend said. For all I know, the psychiatrist could turn out to be wackier than I am.

Anyhow, think I will make a good psychological specimen. Will be interesting to gain an insight of myself from a psychological perspective. Anybody looking for a study subject?

After all, the mind is a crazy beautiful thing...where our darkest, most sinister thoughts roam freely with no barbwire fences restricting them.

Imagine the chaos if we let them come out and play in full force, releasing them into reality. They would be having a jolly good time I reckon, dancing and prancing in all their splendour and magnitude.

Insanity happens when the bridge that links us back to sanity becomes impassable because some important, vital planks have gone missing.

We see our sane self screaming from the other end...calling to us...and every so often the planks successfully join back together again, allowing a safe passage through...

I hope my planks never disappear for good. But then again even if they do, I might never know what struck me...for do the insane know when they're insane? Will they have recollections of their sane self and long to be sane again? If they have no memories whatsoever and grasp a perpetual state of happiness...isn't that a good deal?