Good Grief 315

dark tunnels of mind
going somewhere and nowhere
lost in space and time

Reminded of Socrates this evening and the whole Socratic questioning business. I'm frequently torn. Much as I love a bit of logic and arriving at clear definitions it can be a bit of a grilling (one of my old supervisor's would have me metaphorically pinned in the corner with a downward arrow technique which rather clinically pierced the heart which would then be too busy haemorrhaging to be in a fit state for anything). Bring on Gendlin, I say.

Anyway, after a ridiculously draining day and the being indecisive I managed to miss catching up with my friend and her family who were in town for a birthday pizza. I continue to have a strong case of social ambivalence.