Distorted Cerebraton
While trying to decide on what to write about next I realized exactly why I named this site Distorted Cerebration.
The thing is, that I find it difficult to decide because every thought leads into another thought which becomes entangled into the first, becoming it’s own (wait for it).. distorted thought, which leads into another, engulfing the first.
And so on and so on.
So if I think about writing about the complexity of the issue of my father, I end up on the other end trying to decide how to elloborate about my issue with respect in the workplace.
It gets very confusing trying to follow the conversations in my head.
Almost makes me wonder who was really crazy.. my ex-girlfriends or me. Well in a manner of speaking I guess it was me considering that I stayed with them as long as I did. But being accused of being possesed by the Devil and trying to decipher the meaning of a H-Spot from a druken lightweight in the course of a game of druken cherades, methinks is enough to say that I was the saner of the group.
What was I talking about again?