About ten months ago I was writing a book. (If you’re reading this, you’ve probably already heard of it, but if not… In short, it’s a comedy book about anxiety. Click here to learn more.) At the time, I had no idea if I could write a book. Or if I did somehow manage to […]
Breathing has become strangely fashionable in recent months. Not only is everyone doing it, they’re talking about it a lot too: “Just breathe”… “Focus on your breath”… “Breathe your way out of a panic attack”… “Our most powerful weapon against anxiety is our breath”…”BREATHE YOU FOOL, BREATHE, QUICK, THEY’RE COMING, WE HAVEN’T GOT MUCH TIME” […]
Anybody who has known me for even a short time knows I am attracted to ridiculousness like a moth attracted to fire. Where the thing on fire is a cow dressed as clown. (Of course, it’s possible that ridiculous events are attracted to me, and not the other way around. I’ve never been able to […]
Just a short post today, following on from the idea that it’s useful to see ourselves as separate from our thoughts. How can we know that we are separate from our thoughts? What does it even mean to not be your thoughts?
I’m away for two weeks. In case I don’t manage to post, here is why: It’s because I’m away. Sorry. Here’s a tiny picture of an owl to cheer you up in the meantime (by m.shattock).
One day at school we had one of those special days when we abandoned normal lessons and had someone else take over. I guess the justification was to broaden our minds, but, looking back, it was probably a handy excuse for our regular teachers to catch up on marking and planning while we were handed […]
I have a recurring problem. Actually, I have many recurring problems. But today we’re going to discuss a particularly tricky one: What is the best way to enter a shower when it’s initially too hot… but will be a perfect temperature after your body has adapted? The answer may surprise you!
This post was originally written for tinybuddha.com. You can find the original post here It’s 2004, and I awake in a student college in Melbourne, Australia. This comes as no surprise, because, at the time, I lived there. I groggily stagger to the shared bathroom on my floor, to perform my morning washing routine. There’s […]
So, last time, I claimed that truth is important. In fact, I argued that truth is crucial, and that anything less than the truth is lies, and that not being in tune with reality is disastrous for us and our happiness. Today I’m going to argue the opposite…
One night at university, my friends and I came up with a game. Each of us would tell one lie, and whoever convinced the most people to believe it would win.
I forget what lie everybody else told. But mine went on to become legendary. It was this…