Euphrosene Labon

Walked over five miles to pick up my car and arrived looking like the wild woman of Borneo. I could have taken a taxi but I thought the fresh(!) air would clear the negatives from yesterday´s disheartening events. I certainly feel enormously energised, wild-woman-look notwithstanding.

Odd sort of weather though. Very sunny and snowing. Will definitely take the car out to make sure the battery doesn´t seize up again. Reminds me of the time I used to bring in the battery and leave it charged overnight.

That serious downer (not about the car!) made me think of depression. What is a depressive and what makes a depressive?

I may be wrong of course, but I don´t think I am a depressive. Sure I have downers, like most people. It is surely natural to feel gloom about some aspects of the world around one.

Then there is ‘good cause’ to consider. And, while I do think sometimes I cannot control events or people, it doesn´t make me feel inadequate. Most of the time, I fight back with words in some way. But I do bounce back. I do implement my own form of control within. But yes, gloom is increased when I cannot take adequate action - and there are heaps of reasons why one does not or cannot.

Despite all the rants, I really do believe people´s motives first off. Even if they are serial offenders, I give them the benefit of the doubt the next time … and the next time …. and the next. So when do I stop?

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

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Thurs 24: Is life pre-ordained? Why would any of us bother if we picked a lousy hand? Are there really Tamil sages who have palm leaves containing details of every human sentient that is and will be? Maybe not all, as many of these nadis were lost over time.

Apparently they use thumbnails and ask yes and no type questions to get the leaf relating to the questioner. And, magically, the leaf is not one of the missing ones. Unless you use the internet and hit on any of the more questionable sources offering you yours - after answering twenty questions first.

I have my own views on this - too long to go into now - but it does not stop me curious or verifying my own spirituality on a regular basis.

Meanwhile, am I getting forgetful? Both examples (so far only two - and I am watching like a hawk) have been uncritical - and I have the excuse of multitasking a lot.

The first time I was using some double-sided tape and unwound more than needed. So I stuck it on a filing trolley, carried on with what I was doing and then got interrupted. I discovered it today. Not entirely sure when I stuck it either.

The other example was hanging some clothes to dry while food was cooking and someone rang the doorbell. As the rack was full, it never occurred to me to check the basket - and even when I did, it just looked like more washing to be done.

Although the clothes were still damp and only smelt of softener (ie pleasant), I could have hung them but put them back in the washing machine again, this time keeping a sharper eye out. And self-flagellating for being unfocused. Or too multi-focused.

PS I only put `Away´ on Skype because I rarely have makeup on and yank my hair back so it doesn´t get in the way. In other words, I look like a fright. Not that it stops H, who then takes me to task for fidgeting. (As I do when I am embarrassed!)

PPS Need to scan in the eight abstracts I have been working on. And they look quite good. Bought 100 first class stamps to do the art mailer and I feel I have a reasonable portfolio now. However, as mentioned to H, might it confuse, being an author, artist and writer? And having a stylistic range?

Mark you, I had the same problems when selling. I had so much experience it ended up confusing headhunters (never the clients though).

I succeeded though and I will with this career too. Eventually.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Tues 8: What really, really, pisses me off big time is having to explain or justify any episode which is a subjective interpretation on the part of the person wielding the wooden spoon. So I am yet again amazed that a concerned comment the other day should turn out to have taken a rather more sinister outcome.

I had just come off the dance floor, hot - mopping my nose - when someone very kindly complimented me on my artwork. I did not seek out this person. Indeed I was passing through the hall on the way to get a glass of water.

However, still standing in that area, with other people all around us, I replied with thanks and added that I was a bit concerned about them being left behind on the tables. I also remember mentioning that, because I had not tidied the backs very well, they might have been better in a different setting. Somehow, that translated as me being `very upset and crying´.

And, despite me standing beside this person as they talked with two others to whom I introduced them, presumably dry-eyed, the person, for some reason, felt obliged to seek out others to inform them that I was `very upset and crying´.

Yet, if I had been, surely one or more of the many people I saw around us and immediately following, including the people I introduced them to, would have said something?

How come only ONE person in that packed place saw and heard what they did?

Now in my entire life, especially years ago when I DID sometimes get stonkingly drunk, I have NEVER had memory failure.

More´s the pity after the striptease I once did! Or ending up in bed with two men. (Whoops!)

Yet a woman, who has been sectioned twice for hallucinating in public, rang me to say I could not remember because I was drunk. Charming. And this is someone who two NandDs chose to believe instead of me!

Thankfully, yet another was nearby and said they noticed nothing at all.

Thank You, God.

The woman then proceeded to mix up various conversations - until, I regret to say, I cut her short and told her to piss off.

Thanks to that bit of shoddy recall, I did not get to spend planned time with the NandDs - and, also regrettably, I no longer want anything to do with any of them.

PS Corner image is one of my unfinished wedding shoes. Too many interruptions today but I did get some more of Wise El´s Book of Big Thoughts done.

PPS Subjective recall is interesting on several levels. Quite apart from the delusional aspect, there is also the element of mind control that Ma was so obsessed with. No wonder these type of films are so popular. Get one or more people to swear something is true, usually when it is not, and the Will Smith-type starts to think he has lost his marbles.

I must admit, if it had been any other people, I might well have started to question myself. As it is, I am just VERY ANGRY.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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