Feelings Aren't Facts Part III

I sometimes forget  this AA idiom and it might serve me well right about now in my life. As I seem to feel like I am an island surrounded by sharks that don’t talk just bite. 

I am not sure that metaphor works but when I am encased in silence around me I can only hear my brain squeak which like a noisy fan can keep me from the somnolent state. My entries as I have written in this blog were supposed to be seen only by me. However, try as I might my ego which is not part of my writing but likes to lay claim to it especially if it is viewed as being good insists that is be available like my other etchings are. 

I kind of like JacBook because it allows me to ramble with even less direction than an Abbott and Costello movie. For those that don’t know that obscure reference it was a comedy team in the 1940’s that was top box office and its movies were thin on plot but fat on comedy. Mostly I think that JacBook inspired by someone that knows me better than the back of my own hand gives me the opportunity to relax and not be too concerned with content and just go on a junk run. Junk runs were filler in between my structured runs in the 1970’s and 80’s wherein I just logged miles and had little concern about its value for future performances. 

I entitled today’s entry: Feelings aren’t facts didn’t I? Well it is often hard to separate the two especially when feelings are usually so selfish and egocentric it’s hard to discern that most of the time feelings are projections and conclusions without any hard evidence and a paucity of  facts as well.