tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750031433333592027.post4922892013178650161..comments2008-11-13T12:40:54.407-08:00Rusty Southwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15219593571227897865noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750031433333592027.post-51134179968647290502008-11-13T12:40:00.000-08:002008-11-13T12:40:00.000-08:00I have trouble sleeping too, for the same reason. <BR/><BR/>When I was seven, I asked my mom where I was before I was born. "Nowhere. You didn't exist," she said. I made my friend Kiki lay down on the floor with me and I said, "Okay, now try thinking of nothing. You can't think any thoughts at all." But I found that even THAT was a thought-- to think no thoughts. "It's impossible," I said. "I don't believe I wasn't anywhere." Because it seemed unreal that my mind ever didn't exist.<BR/><BR/>I found it impossible to not think about elephants unless I very purposely distracted myself with another thought. After a while, that kind of concerted effort to funnel my thoughts just gets exhausting.Natashahttp://www.becomingsomething.comnoreply@blogger.com