From scratch, I’ll explain what it truly means to live mindlessly, by taking it slowly from the top.
When the word Mind plays out for me, what does it generally mean?
It means there’s something on it from pressure building inside.
‘I’ve got such and such on my mind! ’ Or, ‘ Mind your own business!’ Or, it could be when I say to myself ‘Use your damn mind , Lee!’ Or, ‘I’m losing my mind again!’ etc. Typically, some form of problem, challenge, self-criticism or objection is what stamps its name . Otherwise, I take very little notice of the word without any above-average force kicking behind.
A few years ago, I gave birth to a Baby Mindless Ideal in response to all the chatter carrying on loud. At the time, it was my only way to combat or counter the effects of a mind, so I wouldn’t have it anymore.
I’d say, Mind, be gone, in wishful-thinking, while also continuing my usual more-ish habit on the side. I.e. I feel negative, therefore I hunt and cling to a positive until it comes back. So I couldn’t help myself, and I glued to these opposite ALL THROUGHOUT MY LIFE!
If YOU or SOMEONE ELSE held up black, I don’t know why, but I’d naturally jump for white. And vice versa.
Then, after further snooping around in my psychology, since I was born this way and stuck my nose into everything (except, previously my attention was fixated to the outer world), I found that, well, wait up; it could be these ideas/ideals, in general, tying things up and causing problems in my life.
And upon more scanning around, looking from every angle both UP and DOWN, noticing EACH DROP of sensation spent in various good and bad ways, I’d see that, yes, I was right; there are problems deep inside my cogs. Within the processing of my thoughts, in general, are these bigger issues now needing my FULLEST attention.
My ideas and ideals came chained to one another, and I didn’t know how to cut them loose and be free!
Specifically, they were on this short leash to a heavy ball and required a much deeper understanding if I was to be free of the weight. In the beginning, I used to suck on the word ‘Mindless’ along with others like a baby on a teet because they gave me a sense of security and comfort. At least, for a few moments.
I always had my go-to words, in life, no matter what they spelt or pointed to. I.e. → Reality OR → Unreality
Didn’t you and don’t you still?
My Holy Ideas
Like, God, money, gambling, sex? A celebrity, sport, country, song? A type of car? A company name or label? A herb; chemical? The moon, a planet or a certain constellation? Or any group of words and pictures sparked-into an ideal that resembles Godliness in your eyes? As a hard-hitting hope, magic and bliss all momentarily take over.
Who hasn’t been overrun by any of these sweet theological or ideological treats at one time or another?
And like a drug, with a flip side, the weight occurs once they run out of juice or from exhausting my psychological sensors. Which also means, I’d impatiently hang around until they’d recover again or before any taste could return with the comfort and space I once happily remembered as my ideas re-inflate.
So, it was this odd little insight I’d notice earlier with my clingy habits onto ‘words’ and ‘symbols’/’images’ (tasty-holy ideas) that evolved Mindlessing into something strong over the years. Yes, I know it’s seriously deep, but I was stuck in a major pickle no one else could see.