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From the bowels of my heart

Head Rambles Posted on by

“Write about yourself” says Herself.

“Your best stuff is when you write from the heart.”

I’m not quite sure what she means by this, especially as sometimes she says I haven’t got a heart.  Maybe she wants me to write romantic prose on the style of the Bronte Sisters or Barbara Cartland?  Not a chance.  I don’t go in for all that mushy stuff.  I prefer to write what’s in my head and not just from an organ that pumps blood around the place.

My head isn’t in a very good place at the moment.  In fact I’m not sure where it is.  Thoughts are racing through my mind and none of them are making much sense or even going anywhere.  I type a sentence, look at it and ask myself why the fuck did I just write that?  [Why the fuck did I just write that?]  In other words I am happily playing host to The Black Dog.

I don’t know why they call it The Black Dog?  Personally I consider it an affront to the entire canine species, and with the exception of those small yappy yokes, dogs are generally affectionate and a pleasure to have around the place.

Talking of dogs, I gave our Penny a lovely juicy lamb bone earlier.  She launched into it with great delight and gusto but suddenly asked to go out.  She was out there for ages eating grass to beat the band and probably puking her ring up behind the bushes.  She is now curled up on her chair looking miserable so maybe she is now suffering from The Black Human?

Yes, the Black Dog is contagious.  Some get angry and some go quiet.  I tend to go quiet and wallow in my misery as does Penny so we are both quarantined to the back of the house where we won’t infect anyone else.  But the Interweb is my escape route from quarantine so here I am infecting all my readers.  Sorry about that.

Apparently That Whose Name Shall Not Be Mentioned [i.e. The Black Dog] comes in two forms – reactive and endogenous.  That’s one of the side benefits from playing poker with Doc – I learn all sorts of things.  I’m not sure which I have at the moment.  There is a cold wind blowing outside so it may be reactive but there was a cold wind yesterday [with no side effects] so it may be endogenous.

It doesn’t really matter anyway.

Now that I have written about him, the fucker has buggered off 

 

 

Comments

From the bowels of my heart — 21 Comments

  1. Unfortunately I suffer from the same thing, always have, so I understand your post more than most I would believe. Penny is probably just a reflection of your own mood, you know how dogs are so sensitive (empathic?) to their favorite human’s feelings and all that. I can’t do anything about the endogenous part of the cause but the reactive part is easy. I just shoot whatever I’m reacting to (Okay, in my mind not in reality but it still helps).

    • There’s no point in shooting the weather?  Shooting the breeze maybe.  I think the somewhat over large lamb bone might have played a part in Penny’s little problem, but she does indeed pick up on moods to a remarkable extent.

  2. Dunno about the Black Dog – if it descends on me, I can’t say I’ve noticed. Maybe I’m being too Black Doggish to notice at the time. The only Dog that sometimes comes to me is Hair of The Dog (that bit you), which tends to be quite rejuvenating. Maybe it would work with the Black Dog too. Worth a try…

    • Oh, by the way, since you changed that add-on thingy or whatever it was, your site has been working perfectly for me. Haven’t had a glitch since.

      • I’m not sure which did the trick – a change of theme or a change of caching methods.  It was probably the latter though the same setup on other sites never caused problems.  What the hell – it’s fixed!

    • Nah!  Whiskey is good for most things but not for the downers.  A good blast of tobacco is your only man there.  Calms the mind.

  3. Commiserations.And there seems no reason why it comes, or goes. But at least you know it will go.

  6. it’s called “The Black Dog” because just like Penny, it needs to be embraced, understood, taught new tricks and ultimately brought to heel.

    Best of luck Grandad, you’re a battler.

    • That makes a lot of sense, though I’m not sure I want to teach it new tricks.  The ones it has already are bad enough.

  7. I was given adrenaline tablets back in September. I’m not over the moon about their effects, but the black dog has got no further than the door.

  8. I dont suffer from black dog, more like dalmation dog, in fact ive cheered up in my old age, i was a right miserable bastard when i was young!

    • You’re right – it is more of a Dalmation.  Most of the time I’m grand but every now and then [usually when it’s cold dark and windy] I hit one of his black spots. 

      Anyhows the little fucker is gone today.  Grouchy service back to normal.

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