My cooking is so crap I need one of these to beat sauces into submission otherwise they’re just a series of lumps.
But it worries me strangely.
It has a little blade that whizzes round and I visualise (without meaning too, in fact I have to try hard not to) putting my fingers in it. It’s the same with cigarette lighters in cars, that glowing red coil is so tempting to touch, I can’t look at it.
Not all sharp or hot things exert this fascination. I can use the chainsaw without the impulse to chop off a limb (except from a tree), I can use knives and I’m not a bad archer. I never have the urge to stab myself or shoot myself in the foot. But I can imagine only too well putting the barrel of a gun in my mouth (not against my temple though – but that’s probably a whole other psychosis!).
I can’t look over the side of the a ship without having the urge to jump, but don’t have the same urge on high buildings, mind you I won’t go anywhere near the edge of a high building I can’t even contemplate throwing a casual glance over the side let alone my body.
Am I doomed? or even mad? or does everyone have these inexplicable feelings? I know of at least one other potential ship-jumper and we are both agreed (I seem to recall) that it wasn’t 'depression' driven, just a bizarre inclination.
(And on a completely different subject I had a letter of apology from Lloyds Bank. I say me but actually it wasn't addressed to me it was addressed to someone with a similar name BUT NOT MINE! When do I give up?)
