Eat like a bird, move like a bird. Eat like a snake, move like a snake. Birds peck and fly, stick and move, always in motion. A little snack here or there, to keep the gas tank with the appropriate amount of fuel to enable easy flight, but no more. Not too many fat birds, unless you count chickens and the like. And these guys rarely take flight for more than a few seconds. And they frequently wind up as dinner for a faster moving fox or even a properly motivated human.
Snakes, on the other hand, do very little in a day. They conserve as much energy as possible and wait for the opportune moment to strike and kill their prey. They will then consume it whole and be incapacitated by the digestive process for hours, even days. Consume all your calories for the month and then just lay around absorbing the nutrients.
I'm typically more of a snake (could you guess?) But on the rare occasions that I combine my 2 favorite mood enhancers, caffeine and cannabis, I become a bird. The food to activity ratio becomes much more in tune with the actual need of the moment. A bite here or there, and off I go to the next activity.
It makes me flighty, flitty and prone to fits of ADHD/OCD. I would love to live that way all the time; it's far more entertaining and engaging.
It is unsustainable, however, using drugs as a mechanism to switch over my fuel trim programming. Its effect on the cognitive process has a sharp peak in its positive effect, followed by a lingering and cumulative "stupid" effect. It's like magic, but you have to use it sparingly, or it will consume you.
Right now, I'm trying to harness the magic by playing something on the guitar. I'm not recording, so there will be no proof as to whether I'm enlightened or impaired. I feel a little of both, so soon I will have to utilize the remaining magic to clean my house in a mindful manner. That is before the mindfulness falls away, and I return to the mindlessness of my robotic, unconscious cleaning routine.
At the end of the day there will be not much to show for my expenditure of magic and motivation. The house will be a little cleaner and my mind a little messier. My overall happiness level still will remain unchanged.
And I'll turn back into a snake.
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