I am more than a thinking machine. I know that.
But I go there because it’s easiest for me. It’s easier to think than it is to feel.
Thoughts I can handle; feelings not so much.
Feelings are mysterious, complicated and often unexplainable.
They don’t follow logic, therefore logic can’t follow them.
Theirs is a world where bearings are lost, maps don’t exist and even the certainty of up and down can disappear.
That’s why I prefer thinking.
Of course I know feelings are part of who and what I am. But I’m often puzzled by their behavior. I know the laws of cause and effect must apply to their world too, but they aren’t easily derived.
Not by me anyway.
Yet even when there is a clear cause and effect identified, the emotions don’t listen. They don’t care about that.
Their big brother reaches a hand down into the mud pit where the emotions may have stumbled & become stuck but rather than expressing gratitude for the help, they spurn the very hand that could pull them out of the mire.
As for me, I’m staying safely here on the island of common sense while the dark cauldron of emotions bubble around me.
My wife laughed when she read this, then said:
“That sounds like you!”
I asked what she meant by that.
She laughed again.
What did she mean by that?