… the seventh day, the red flag of time calculation, the numerical instigator of stress. When they say “things will look better in the morning” they obviously didn’t take into account Monday mornings…
If the usual fear patterns that occur on a Sunday night (instilled and ingrained through years of an unwilling attendance in the education system’s mechanical timetable) are ever to be felt more; it is in their very absence. A restful Sunday nights sleep wholly unprepares the (already) fragile mind as to the myopia of stresses that can and will occur the preceding morning.
As so it is that I find myself boggle- eyed, opened- mouthed; desperately trying to summon the rational parts of my brain into firing some kind of synaptical appraisal of my current situation. Explicitly, how it is that I could so completely mis-read a letter. That familiar, yet consistently terrifying green- bordered manilla envelope…a letter from the Revenues and Benefits division. It is yet to become apparent to me as to why those artifices of society sanctioned to help the individual, continue to elicit the body’s fight or flight response. Exactly why is it that our DNA has a response peculiar to fearing these authoritative organisations? My guess is the forms; bureaucracy is the single most terrifying force to the nature of intrinsically animal beings. Continue reading ‘“fun individuals click here”’