DO YOU EDIT YOUR THOUGHTS ?

I save them up and dwell on them for a while. My internal delete button doesn't work as nicely as the one on my keyboard.

I have people who do that for me. I only sign the final draft.

I have been known to change my mind now and then.

I internalize them, then unleash it all in the form of class-clownitude at work and *ahem* online, on the theory that if I don't laugh I'll cry, and if I start crying I'll never ever stop.

Nope, I poke at it until it festers and then I write about it. *shrug* works better then delete, actually.

Always

Never

Occasionally.

I have found that when that kind of thought tries to stay in my brain.....bouncing around, (Lots of room for it to do that.) that it is best to stop it and refuse to 'go there'. Festering never did me any good......IMHO.

If most of us gave action to the thoughts in our head, this world would be a scary place indeed.

mscelina said:

Nope, I poke at it until it festers and then I write about it. *shrug* works better then delete, actually.

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I'm starting to agree. I wrote much more eloquently from that kinda stuff. Well, at least I think I did, anyway.

Cheaper than therapy, and just as cathartic, imo.

Food for thought. Maybe I'll have to go back to interviewing my inner moppet, rather than spanking her...

Upbeat said:

chioppersmom -re/'clownitude' -
Humor could save the world - if we'd let it!

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True that.

I do try to edit myself because my petty negative thoughts tend to suck me down in a spiral of death and dismay until I don't want to get out of bed. So sometimes I crank up the music and do dishes, or unload on my husband, or write, or pray, or read a good book. Most of the time it works.

Negative thoughts are good things to have around. They balance out the good ones. If that balance wasn't there, you'd be one of those freaky people who smile constantly. *shivers* Those people make me feel all twitchy.

When I get a downer thought, I suck on it like a ZOTZ candy and let the bitterness coat my tongue until, at last, the acid interior fizz produces a pleasant burn.

Then I crunch the sumbitch and enjoy a burst of green-apple optimism.

Depending on the severity, I either let it roll out on its own, or I forcefully isolate it, and de-atomize it, thus removing any power it may have otherwise wielded.