People who suffer from OCD have certain characteristic ways of evaluating their own obsessive thoughts. Read More
About 20 years ago, I read that automatic writing was a good tool . . . an effective aid to self-awareness or creativity . . . and decided to give it a try. Without censoring, I sat at a desk and scribbled all that entered my mind. After writing, “I want a boat,” I gave it up.
I knew I didn’t want a boat. I had zero interest in a boat. Why it entered my mind, I’ve no idea. It made it onto the page because preventing inclusion would have been censorship.
I suppose, technically, “I want a boat” wasn’t something I thought. It was a collection of syllables, strung together, which added up to a lie . . . cooked up by a compulsion to fulfill my self-imposed automatic-writing assignment.
I suppose, also, that it did provide a measure of self-awareness: Now, I know better than to trust something, simply because it enters my mind. There’s a lot of nonsense in there. Kind of like a dream. Although some are pithy, revealing of truth; some are merely inane.
Or in the words of Bertrand Russell:
~~It doesn’t matter what we believe, as long as we don’t believe it completely.~~
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