The curse of useless thoughts
Am I the only one to suffer from this?
There’s a soft furnishings shop that I walk past several times a week. And every time I do this, precisely the same thought passes through my head. Without fail, I cast my mind back to those first few weeks after returning to London from Kampala, during which we had to get a whole load of stuff for the flat. Because we needed some cushions to put into our lovely Ugandan cushion covers, we went into that soft furnishings shop. I’ve never been in since, but our cushion purchase was entirely successful, I’m pleased to say.
Now, it’s not a particularly happy memory – not sure if buying cushions ever could be – but it’s certainly not traumatic either. It just is. Neither one thing nor the other.
It would be fine – if I didn’t have the same blasted thought EVERY time I walk past. It’s like my brain goes onto total – and what’s worse, every time I then ask myself, “why don’t I have a different thought at this point on the street?” Which, of course, has itself become a repetitive thought as well.
These thoughts are, for want of a better word, useless. They serve no purpose. And yet I have them several times a month.
And do you know what the worst thing about all this is now? I realise that every time I walk past, I’ll think back to my 2005 cushion-buying caper, then wonder why I can’t seem to shift my thought-processes there, and THEN contemplate the fact that it led to the writing of this post.
Do I need help?