Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts

Monday, June 23, 2025

A Frustrating Dream


This morning I dreamt that I was at some event at work (or in class) where the qualifying condition included writing one's name on a slip of paper.  A memo pad and a number of writing tools were provided, and the other people (there were many, and they were all my friends) easily finished this task and began to leave.  Try as I might though, I just could not accomplish this simple feat.  Either the pens and markers provided were out of ink, or I kept screwing up the "S", the very first letter of my name.  Soon I was the only one who hadn't finished, and even though the others were all kind and encouraging, I was frustrated beyond tolerance -- and that was the state I woke up in.  Not quite a nightmare, but part of the way there.

It was disturbing, to say the least.  Clearly the writing the name bit had to do with my sense of identity and self-worth.  That I kept failing to write my own name is worrisome.  One possibility is that unconsciously I feel I am not living up to my own expectations of myself.  And not really so "unconsciously", either;  I am the first to admit that lately I have become lazy and... less than what I feel I could be, should be, even in my own eyes.  It's been causing a certain level of anxiety that I am well aware of.  That the other people present were all friendly and nice to me to the end, however, seems to indicate that there is nothing in my environment that's keeping me from realizing my potential, that in fact outside conditions are optimal.

Clearly something needs to change, something I need to make happen to stimulate myself back to my former level of alertness and activity.  I will have to work on this.

Sunday, March 23, 2025

A Cloud Desperately Reaching


It looked like a cloud reaching out from an undifferentiated sea of mist toward a state of individuated being, grasping for whatever prize awaits in that existence.

But I guess, in the end, what we see is ourselves reflected.




Monday, December 9, 2024

"Looming"


Almost exactly two years ago (actually, it really is exactly two years in number of days;  it's two years minus 1 day only if you go by the date -- what a coincidence!) I posted a photo of a cloud to this blog and called it "Anxiety".  I also posted it on Facebook, and somebody suggested "Looming" as an alternative title.  I did not feel it was a great fit, and my title stayed.  Today I saw a cloud that could be Anxiety's kissing cousin, except for being less "anxious".  So here it is, "Looming" over that apartment complex.

And thanks for the suggestion, whoever you were.



Other date-relevant posts:

Anxiety

Interesting. Wow...

August Evening, And Rpeat

Blood Comes Back For A Visit

The Very Next Dream Log Entry


Thursday, September 5, 2024

I Once Read

in a book whose title I've long since forgotten that old-time lore passed down among lumberjacks in the logging camps of North America included tall tales of a weird creature known, rather literally, as the "Staybehind".  That's exactly what it did -- pick some logger or traveler caught out alone in the woods, get right up behind him and stay with him.  If the unfortunate fellow happened to hear its footsteps or somehow sense it and whirled around to confront it, no matter how fast he turned it was always faster than he was and managed to stay behind him always.  But even though the victim could not see it, he knew the creature was there, he could feel its presence right behind him, and could not escape it no matter how fast he ran.  Naturally, no one could tell you what it actually looked like so there was no visual depiction that I could find.  And I don't remember what else, if anything, the Staybehind did.  Could be, it simply followed a victim around in the woods without actually doing anything else by way of physical harm, but simply aroused fear and anxiety by its very presence.  But on the other hand, perhaps it whispered knowingly in his ear, too, or maybe it touched him softly -- or perhaps not so softly -- in sensitive places, until, perhaps it did perpetrate the unspeakable.  And of course, during his torment the victim, not being able to see the creature, would conjure up all kinds of horrible apparitions in his imagination.  The creature was most likely a crystallization of the vague but very real discomfort one is apt to feel when alone in the wilderness, especially in a densely wooded place with all its unseen potential dangers.

Seeing this photo in my Facebook memories reminded me of an incident from my own life from years ago.  (Here beginneth a yarn) There was a period in my past when, for quite some time, I could not shake the feeling that I was being followed and watched everywhere by someone -- or some thing.  I finally got the bright idea -- way too obvious in hindsight -- to check out my shadow.  And sure enough, to my shock -- and simultaneous good fortune -- I was able to capture my own analogue of the Staybehind in this photograph.  And... it turned out to be a giant floating amoeba.  A giant floating freaking amoeba.  Yes, I did freak when I first saw it:  God only knows where it came from or when and how it glommed on to me, but you know what, the good thing is it also turns out that once you learn the identity of your stalker they lose their power over you, to my huge relief.  The amoeba accordingly removed itself from my life instanter, and I have not been bothered by it since.  Whaddayaknow!


This memory reminded me of "The Old Man of the Sea" episode from the tales of Sinbad the Sailor.  The unrelenting, unshakable closeness of the monstrous Old Man (who glommed onto Sinbad, literally, and could not be shaken off) certainly is redolent of the nature of the Staybehind.  And I was also reminded of another monstrous being featured in a movie I saw a few years ago, titled It Follows;  it was all about a mysterious, murderous supernatural creature which was invisible to everyone but its victims, but to its chosen victim it appeared in human guise -- usually of some grotesque or scary aspect -- as it followed him/her relentlessly, tirelessly, at a steady walking pace, until it finally caught up to them and killed them.  Then it proceeded to follow the last person the victim had had sex with, and so on all way back up the chain.  The movie was clearly low-budget, but it was well made and well acted.  And there was no attempt at all to explain away the monster, which was wise;  a clumsy, made-up origin story probably would only have sounded clunky and fake.

Sunday, January 29, 2023

A Cyclops


HORRIFYING HUMOR

A giant whose one huge eye is also his all-devouring mouth, barring my way.  Laughing and staring me down with his eye-mouth.

And it's my own Shadow.




Thursday, March 8, 2012

Looker

Man getting a glimpse of what's outside -- or someone looking in to peer at us?