I’m Beside Myself

Hello my friends. Long time no see.

I was hoping to have something to say, today. Not for any particular reason. I just thought that today might be such a day. But no, I was wrong. But I can talk about nothing instead, albeit briefly.

I was reading a post from Kate and hearing of her new projects (and good on her! I can’t even finish the old projects) but much of her post got me thinking about ‘self’ and of how obsessed we have become with the whole idea. Everything seems to be so much about self-improvement, self-awareness, self-love, self-development, self-satisfaction, self-esteem, and self-everything else I wonder if so much intimate self-discovery may be leading to a bit of spiritual masturbation.

Whilst I acknowledge the importance of looking inward and recognising the significance of the ‘self’ I think it probably more beneficial to gaze outwardly and recognise one’s utter insignificance.

Because no matter how you feel about these things …. and no matter how good or bad they feel to you ….they don’t really mean anything in the big picture. Because there is no big picture. So you can relax. None of it amounts to anything in the end. And as depressing as that idea may sound at first glance, it can actually be quite liberating.

Anyway, I was planning to write something deep and meaningful about our relationship with the cosmos and the absurdity of life. But that would have been just a wank, too. And whilst there is absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation, it’s not really something to do in public.

So I wrote a silly poem instead, to prove to you how unashamedly vacuous I really am.


I ran into myself today

He hadn’t really much to say

We found each other easily

I look like him, he looks like me

We’d walked beside ourselves all week

With no necessity to speak

And ‘twas the same the week before

We’re just not talking anymore

I hear his thoughts and he hears mine

In silence thus, we get on fine

And sleep together every night

Around us pull the blankets tight

Sharing skin and sharing mood

Joyful in our solitude.







10 thoughts on “I’m Beside Myself

  1. lol talk about inside out and upside down!

    Our greatest kindness is to think of others but while we are caught up in our head/or bed with ourselves we are too insular to get out there and help others 🙂


    1. I think it can go a bit further than just ‘others’ – I think it important to view ourselves as part of everything – as significant as any other part, but likewise as insignificant as any other part. A human life is infinitely important, yet simultaneously no more important than a grain of dirt on a distant planet.
      I know that it sounds self-contradictory, but perhaps a recognition of the utter meaninglessness of everything is an important initial step to self-realisation.

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      1. it sure is pops 🙂

        I have stitched eternal knots – celtic knots – on many things at home to remind of our interconnectedness, we are all interwoven and completely interdependent 🙂


  2. There’s no picture? Well, damn. This reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend earlier. She was upset that she couldn’t post pictures to her IG of her having fun because in reality, she was miserable. It took me about four paragraphs to sum up what I really wanted to say – no one cares. It really doesn’t matter in the long run. It feels like we’re so conditioned to wait for the next big thing that we forget about enjoying the moment.

    Anyway, your post spoke to me on a personal level and I thank you for it!


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