A Musing

How often I wonder when I will find peace within my own skin. There always seems to be something bothering me when idle. My only refuge comes from such a state of agitation as that an internal dialog is impossible. Do I just have a naturally conflicted state of mind? Am I one of the unfortunate multitude afflicted with a chemical imbalance in my brain that causes states of mental flux to pervade my existence? Were that to be the case I'm sure I'm too proud and steadfast to seek any significant help, choosing instead to convince myself of my own strength and ability to overcome any mental obstacle despite large amounts of trouble on the subject. I know I'm not the only one that would have such a problem, as others I know would be just as inflexible on the subject of gaining assistance from an outside source. Perhaps further musings will be more amusing, to pound home the point of the pun in the title, in case you were unaware of my intentions and affinity for puns. I'll try not to make it a habit, but as this location is primarily a self-serving blog, for my own reflection and mental health, I shall revel in my own lack of wit and occasional bursts of humor and veracity within my jumbled thoughts.