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in a car, imagining a ball, grinding my teeth
When riding in a car on the highway, I feel compelled to imagine a ball bouncing over each telephone/electrical pole in succession. Uneven spacing is a serious problem, as the imagined ball is sort of sluggish. This will go on until I start grinding my teeth and eventually force myself to stop.
”i do this. only instead of a ball, it’s a monkey. and he has to swing from the shadows of the electric/telephone poles. and i don’t grind my teeth … but the essence is the same.
(sorry whoever posted the “i am neurotic” link first … i clicked, closed, and can’t find the post to reblog … sorry sorry sorry for my awful tumblr manners.)