Our minds are always playing tricks on us.
My mind plays tricks on me.
I get stuck cleaning the house.
Sometimes I can’t stop as I must reach every single corner.
I spend so much time cleaning
that I normally only have one or two clean rooms at a time.
My brain second (3rd and 4th) guesses everything I do.
Did I water the dog?
Did I lock the door?
Did I grab my phone (as I’m holding it my hand).
I constantly find myself turning off the inner monologue.
Sometimes I do forget things
because I refuse
to listen to the nagging.
It’s a trap waiting to suck me in and I can’t let it.
Always forcing myself to think about other things.
Sing along to the song on the radio.
Put on an audio book.
My brain is funny.
It can also play pleasant tricks on me.
I have joy when I am fortunate enough to have my lucky number.
Even if I know there is nothing special about numbers.
Technically they don’t even exist.
My brain craves perfection,
out of reach and
My mind is extremely logical.
I call bull shit on myself all the time.
When I am careful and pay attention the patterns are obvious.
Some thoughts are irrational and silly.
With my little rituals,
I am safe.