I’m getting old
Someone might tell me some gossip these days and I feel (very strongly) I don’t want it in my head.
Weird these contagions, people indulging misfortune or whatever, dressing it (their interest) up as something nicer (or it could be overtly nasty).
I suppose I could handball whatever on, then maybe I wouldn’t have to lobotomize it from me brain. It’d be shared. Wonderful thing sharing.
I liked myself better before I heard it.
I’m going to crush any vestige of interest in my head.
This takes work, speaking of it more generally (what happens in the mind), and requires countermeasures.
I’ve been doing it for a while, the reluctance.
But have decided to be more so. More reluctant, a terrorist that way. Toward myself.
Stuff drifts into the background noise these days anyway. In one ear and out the other.
What do others do with their own dubious intrigues? What countermeasures do you employ?