If I am stressed, I am doing something I don’t want to do.
The past is what we see in the rear-view mirror. For some, this innocuous reflective device serves as a first-line navigational aid. They go forward, knuckles whitened, by looking backward.
Perhaps you’re familiar with the term “mucking out.” One goes into a stall and shovels animal waste into a wheelbarrow for disposal elsewhere.
Too bad we can’t muck out the head. There is no ‘elsewhere.’ Our mental waste is dumped straight into the body, there to foment and ferment and howl for Maalox.
The body is so innocent. It takes for real this churning turbidity.