Saturday, January 19, 2013
Game of chicken
It's as if there isn't enough brain fabric to stretch from one side of an idea to another. Thought runs out, or gets snagged on a superfluous splinter. I've underachieved for so long that I'm lost in the degradation; cowed, cowering, as headlight-caught as a dumb deer while the resignation runs over me without even a squealing of tires.
3 comments:
I like your imagery here, especially the idea of brain fabric not equal to the task. It also sounds damned familiar to me.
Familiar in a good way (as opposed to "she stole that idea - I know she did!")
I'm paranoid. I read so much that I begin to doubt that any of my ideas are ofiginal .
Familiar, as in it reminds me of me -- especially the "underachieved for so long" bit. Not that you stole it, but that I recognize the feeling. And as always, I like how you articulate your thoughts & feelings.
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