SAY HI TO MY LOWER-SELF
Massive battles today between my higher and lower selves. I thought I had my lower self under control. I haven't seen him in weeks - which is a record. It's been peaceful not having him around because he’s exhausting. He needs so much attention and ends up draining everyone and everything he comes into contact with, including his host body. So not having him here has helped me retain some sort of equilibrium. But this morning, maybe because I'm sleep-deprived (#Ashes), he's come out all guns blazing. He wants me to send emails and get into arguments with Piers Morgan on Twitter.
My lower self is like a drunk uncle in Speedos at a Christmas Party complaining that the music’s too loud. Unless it’s HIS kind of music. And “that dick driving the Tesla” better not have parked him in!
The only way I can keep my lower self under control is to meditate. My lower self hates it when I meditate. Meditation starves him of his essence. And I will meditate, but right now, my lower self has my arm twisted around my back and is insisting I tell you about him. Meanwhile, my higher self thinks it can't hurt that I tell you about him because if I weren't writing this, I'd be in a one-way argument with Piers Morgan.
How do you tame your lower selves? Comments open.