This morning as I was driving, my thoughts strayed to the idea of driving over a stick which would be driven into the air and through the back of a portly, middle aged man walking up the footpath on the opposite side of the road. I hadn't brought my phone with me: who would call an ambulance. Is sorry good enough, for something that was absolutely not your fault, yet done by your agency alone?
That led me to wonder if it's safer to be stabbed in the stomach if you're fat or toned - what protects internal organs more, belly fat or muscle?
Do everyone's thoughts wander to these places, or is it just strange to be me?
In other areas my thoughts had led me somewhere deeply fearful. I must be wrong... but what if it's right? What's more likely, a miracle or a disaster? I worked myself up into an awful state but last night, a message, worst fears unfounded, all is well enough. And it was like the sun coming out and shining warm relief and gratitude in place of that awful dark fear. I wish I could stop the thoughts, sometimes, and just see what comes.
That led me to wonder if it's safer to be stabbed in the stomach if you're fat or toned - what protects internal organs more, belly fat or muscle?
Do everyone's thoughts wander to these places, or is it just strange to be me?
In other areas my thoughts had led me somewhere deeply fearful. I must be wrong... but what if it's right? What's more likely, a miracle or a disaster? I worked myself up into an awful state but last night, a message, worst fears unfounded, all is well enough. And it was like the sun coming out and shining warm relief and gratitude in place of that awful dark fear. I wish I could stop the thoughts, sometimes, and just see what comes.
8 comments:
me too. i thought it was just me and my daughters.
Oh Hell, my mind is awash with random thoughts of that sort.
I consider them manna for my writing; I let them run on like a TV in the background of my life.
:)
Kristin, my daughter does it too! So badly. Fantasies of me shouting at her to stay in her room, her brother crying downstairs, then gunshots...
It's like I fed it to her in the milk :(
Craig, yeah, I know. I try and do that too. It's not all worth foisting on people though, in my case :)
It's not all worth foisting on people though, in my case
Yeah, me too...
muscle is a lot tougher than fat so an inch of muscle would be better than an inch of fat.
So against a bullet or a knife, muscle.
Against impact, a thick layer of fat might be better, like a fall or a baseball bat.
That's my input anyway.
Thanks for that, M :)
Oh goodness, I do that too. You are not strange. Okay, you're not stanger than me ... If that's any comfort!
;-)
:)
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