My fractured filtering system

Have you ever stopped to think about what your life would be like if you were blessed with a well-oiled filtering system? We'll, due to my often ill- regarded actions, I have been forced to make contact with this notion.

A mental filtering system refers to our inherent ability to receive, process and file information. If you're anything like me, this process is more often than not, a flawed, fractured and clogged drain that would make quite cosy for a couple of hungry rodents. You see, a human's response to external data is based on hundreds and thousands of not only pre-programmed qualities, but also the history on which these programmes run. If i had to liken this to computer technology, which would probably make for a fitting metaphor in this technological obsessed society (a topic for another blog, watch this space), I could say that a good software programme relies on an efficient operating system in order to run effectively.

Enter the brain, the one organ responsible for binging on bullshit and guilty pleasures. If the brains operating system were functioning at peak, all software  (being the external data received) would run a smooth course of dancing daisys and floating balloons. But, and this is where your'e gona see this coming, this DOES JUST NOT HAPPEN! And for all those who practice a cynical, " forget the shrink" approach to psychology, what i'm gona say next may just put you on the couch. All responses to data reception, both directly and indirectly derive from each and every encounter you have ever had throughout your existence. Nothing in isolation. An intangible and esoteric concept that's hard to grasp, i know, but once you do, you may find it easier to forgive that faltered filtering system of yours which can leave you with an unquenchable thirst, unanswered questions, remorseful sent items or a screaming child.

So what my faulty operating organ is attempting to convey, ever so gracefully, is that our past paints our future. We are built on the ground from which we were planted. You cannot beat yourself up for your mistakes, because the past, which resides in the dark corners of your fractured filtering system, already knew you were going to do it anyway, it was just matter of when! Your only chance is to clean out the tank once in awhile. Make peace with it, because it's your last hope for sanity.

Oh, and pray that "they" come out with some sort of anti-virus pill that can we can just pop, coz truth be told, we're a bunch of lazy bastards who rely on the over- recycled content of an episode of Oprah or Dr Phil to do it for us! Do me a favour!