I tried looking at life from two points of view today:

From outside in
From inside out

And it felt EXACTLY the same. Pondered about it in between bucketfuls of work.

I didn’t want to think about it, but then, when a thought lodges itself in your head, you need to get it out, or it simply won’t go away. And the only way to get it out is to errr…pick on it.

I’d say that a thought stuck in your head is just about as irritating as food getting stuck in between your teeth!!!!Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww? Well yeah, precisely….

And it’s even more…irritating (??) when you simply can’t put your finger on the matter. You brood and then you brood some more, and yet at the end of all that brooding, you don’t really know what it was/is that you were/are brooding about. And yet, it leaves you drained. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically.

And you can almost touch that black cloud (or is it halo??) hanging around your head, but not quite. You almost know what the matter is, but then again, not really. And yet it grates against your soul (I hate that word)

But while driving back home stoned from working too hard and eating too little, falling asleep on the wheel, almost running down people and getting cursed, getting smirks that actually meant “Women Drivers!!!” but feeling like today I simply couldn’t care less, I had my moment of ‘insight’ (hate that word too).

Outside in/inside out… it is all the same. Moot-point being, (a) Is there any difference between standing outside a locked house and looking in through the window, and (b) standing inside a locked house and looking out through the window?