Antidisgruntilator
I believe we all need an antidisgruntilator these days. It becomes easy to turn upset by words meant or not.
My Antidisgruntilator for Mental Health
The English language is vague you see.
Some words have many meanings.
And the deflections and inflections are many,
My thoughts swirl around as I listen.
Some words and thoughts disgruntle me
Shivers transverse my spine
As I listen attentively
To what you might have said
And I ask what you intended
Most people are nice and mean well.
But I don’t always know what people mean by the words.
Spoken to or about me.
Though I listen carefully.
I try not to think pejoratively.
I don’t like to read negativity.
Into what is said.
Although some of the thoughts convey.
To my dismay.
A bit of disarray.
So, into my head I built.
An antidisgruntilator.
Like a rose colored glass,
It filters any words that pass.
All incoming thoughts.
I now put through.
This clearing house.
Happiness at last.
And I don’t be disgruntled.
Please read: The Brain That Changes Itself, Norman Doidge, M.D.
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