The idea is every day, I will post a “noodler” – questions using the daily prompt, with the hope to inspire interaction and response. I will respond for me in my comments, and you can respond in comments, or re-blog with your response and ask your readers to participate too.
Today’s Noodler:
Most people have had the experience of getting a local anesthetic – for dental work or stitches. Imagine you could get Novocaine on an emotion or memory. Directly inject numbness to an intangible pain. What would you numb or why? Is there anything that gives you that sensation now? Music, drugs, whatever?
Comment or Re-blog with your answers!
Mah Butt Itches 
I’d numb nothing. Life experience and pain from that is how we learn. It make up who you are….
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It’s very true. While I strive to get to that point, I’m at this … valley where I’m so damn tired of it all, I’d like to get some relief so I can start climbing again 😉
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Good luck climbing out x
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🙂 Thank you dear!!! Looking forward to reading more of your blog 🙂
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Interestingly, this kind of leads off of my comment yesterday about mistakes and the day prior about illusion… So, for me, honestly, right now I’d numb out all the emotions I’m feeling with love. I mean specifically romantic love. I honestly have grown weary of licking my wounds, so to speak, but at the same time, I close my eyes and see memories, feel old feelings, etc. It’s as if my heart is haunted, and I’m just so, so, so tired of it. Every relationship I’ve had, when it ends, I just jump into a new one. I am the rebound queen. I’ve been single for…christ a year now I think? and I actually really want to date, but I know that it’s not what I need right now. My relationships all have the same pattern, enmeshment, co-dependency, me going fucking psycho and losing all semblance of..me. I’m still in love with my ex, or at least I delude myself to believe I am, so I feel like I’d waste someone else’s time in the same way he (really) wasted mine. Yet, I’m spinning my wheels in this chicken or egg bullshit of “Did he manipulate me? Did he even care about m e? Why am I so fucking miserable” and it’s just obnoxious.
I’m big on numbing and escapism, honestly. It’s my first coping mechanism. I do use music, alcohol and drugs to numb myself, because I am so fucking tired of feeling all this shit. I think, though, writing is my biggest tool and weapon. I use it to cope and I use it to escape. I find myself, when I’m struggling, becoming some sort of weird author/narrator of my life, trying to mechanize all the bullshit into neat little story lines. It’s insane, really. So, yeah, I would numb the shit out of myself, because I’m so tired of being broken hearted, or at least lying to myself and saying I am. Move on already, dude. Ugh.
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The day my father died, I would have done almost anything to get relief from the pain. Wave upon wave crashed over my head in a seemingly endless rhythm. I just wanted to die, too. But I didn’t, and now I feel much better. That was twenty years ago.
I don’t know how many more goodbyes I have left; I know they are out there. However, I now know that I will survive them.
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I would novacaine that feeling of complete powerlessness (or helplessness) when it comes to events that happen to my child. That “my” is always funny to me, nevertheless my kid, his kid, anybody’s kid… which is to say, all smaller, less socially developed beings. I guess what I’m really saying is that this is one of the final frontiers I’m facing currently when it comes to fears. I’ve been slowly whittling them (fears, not kids) down to paltry little twigs (able to reappear on a moment’s notice, I will say, but easily recognized and hopefully thwarted) but this hat out of the bag final one pulled from the devil himself is a kicker. It’s my heart walking around in dirty Reeboks. So yeah,
I think I would Novacaine that. I think. But then what would happen.
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