I feel more anxious than the usual, maybe because last night SO and I had a fight. This anxiety is what caused it, it is poison, like salt on my fertile ground, feeding on my self confidence, breeding arrogance. This anxiety isn’t even mine, but it often gets the best of me: I have the most absurd and perverted thoughts, that are harmful, painful and self-destructive. Thoughts that destroy, as opposed to create. This is what I’ve been creating for me, and in a way it slowly becomes reality. It’s what I’ve been painting on the canvas of my mind. Time to wash it off with some yoga. Interestingly, it’s been a week or so since I practiced last. Interesting indeed.