Imperatives
I like that type of coarse simplistic jokes that involve replies along the lines of, “Why are you so nervous? Need to go to the toilet? Why so tense? So irritated? Are you constipated? Have hemorrhoids? Menses?” I find them hilarious because the cliché implicitly asks a profound question, “When and how did anxiety, panic, and similar helped anyone to handle anything?”
It also highlights how often we don’t realize that our repressed bodily needs are the source of our (added) discomfort, merely amplifying some initial impulse. At times we even forget that we are butting into our breathing. Unaware.
“Inhale and exhale.
Don’t panic. Control yourself…
Do I need to dump?”
The commands you issue are the scepter ruling your kingdom. Awareness always overrides its lack.
Talk about power of thoughts :P
