Insomnia Sorting
Taming the decades of sleep deprivation levels of insomnia left me with the sense that prevention is far more effective than cure. The cacophony of the puppets in my head are my number one indicator that the stage is set for insomnia. Pull them puppets out of shadows and bring them front and center in the limelight. Put them in a light so bright that they can see nothing but themselves while the world can see their every detail. Metaphorically speaking, of course. The world can't really see the puppets in my head, no matter how real they seem to me.
Tonight finds me wanting to create a new "Puppet Show" to help with the sorting of the psychic chaos. "The Fenceline Quarterback Show." These are the self-appointed experts, authorities and know-it-alls who won't let me finish a sentence before they begin telling me my mind, the solutions to all my problems and which sets of etceteras I should address first. They have zero vested interest in the evers of my whats and even less interest in putting their actions where their mouths are. The just need to authoritate. Look, Mommy, I can recite the whole thing! Some of these puppets are based on people I genuinely love and admire. I gave up on the search fo perfect people to love and admire a very long time ago. Some are people I have never met and have no intention of learning their names, nor telling them my name. Most are the mixes between the extremes.
As I toy with the visualization of the newest puppet show, I find the cast of several other puppet shows thinning considerable. Did the Dumb Broad Puppet Show (my strictly personal brain freeze) simply add a catwalk between its stage set and The Fenceline Quarterback state set? There could be a song in that visualization. . . Is the Engineering Puppet Show thinning to the mentors, advisors and supporters I wish I could hear more clearly over the Steinem/Schlafly style debates?
Dunno. . . Just another round of wishing for peace between my strictly personal ears. QUIET ON THE SET!!!
Let's see if the Wish Fairy is granting wishes tonight. Happens sometimes. . .
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There is no magic in magic
It is a collection of trite details
It is an I of you and a share of care
It is a dash of hope and a prayerful grope
It is a command
To know
That you can
Hoping the wish fairy has some magic for you.... who controls the puppets?
Since the puppets only exist in my head, I don't see how it would be possible for anyone else to control them, butttttaaaa. . .
You have some clues on flashback psychosis, anxiety, panic, hyper-vigilance, etcetera, etceteri. . .
Well, just it all. . . Rescue me, Wish Fairy. . .