Uninvited Guests
My mind is a wild and unruly place. It seems to have a mind of its own.
Thoughts arrive like uninvited guests. Instead of turning them away like an unwelcome door-to-door salesman, I invite them in for refreshments.
We talk about past failures, regrets, betrayals, resentments, hatred, envy, fears, and people I don’t like. They convince me that none of these failures, regrets, betrayals, and resentments were my fault. I was a victim.
At first, they are a comfort, until they’re not. I realize that they are feeding my worst instincts and insecurities. They are pulling me into a black hole of despair and depression.
My mind is like the Facebook algorithm that has a negative bias and only delivers posts that feed my cynicism and hatred.
Like uninvited guests tend to do, they overstay their welcome. How can I get them to leave?
Maybe if I didn’t feed them.