The Joy of Not Thinking: Better to Be Blank

I don’t want to think today.  Thoughts are exhausting.  When you think about it, thinking is a waste of time.  Where do thoughts get us?  Round and round.  Circles in my mind.  It makes my head hurt just thinking about it.  Bimbos don’t need to think.  It’s better to be blank.

Thinking Makes Me Sleepy

I went to bed early last night.  I was sleepy.  I was over-thinking things which wears me out.  I don’t know why I do that.  Sometimes, it’s hard to turn my brain off.  The thoughts come and they turn me around.  Instead of getting clearer, everything gets cloudy.  Thinking just brings more thoughts.  It’s never-ending.

When the thoughts wear me out, I go to sleep.  I have always been an excellent sleeper.  My heavy lids close.  I drift away as soon as my head hits the pillow.  My head feels light as my eyelids become so heavy they are impossible to open.  Heavy like my saline-filled titties.  My body sinks into the pillow.

Thinking thoughts is no good.  Thoughts are troublesome.  They multiply.  Filling my mind with worry.  Or questions.  Worrisome questions.  What am I supposed to be doing?  Isn’t there more?  There has to be more.  The more I think, the more I think there has to be more.  But what if there isn’t?

Do other people think these thoughts?  Are they worried?  Other people don’t seem to be worried about these things.  Are the thinking?  I think I think too much.  Just have to turn my brain off.  Go to sleep.  Dreams are thoughts leaving my mind.  Emptying my brain.  It feels good to be free.  Free of thoughts and thinking.

The thoughts always come back.  And the thinking.  No matter how long I sleep.  I can’t turn it off.  Not permanently.  People tell me I shouldn’t want to.  I’m smart.  They want me to be smart.  Want me to think.  Maybe I’m thinking for them.  So, they don’t have to.  Sometimes it feels that way.

Better to Be Blank

I am aware of my headspace.  Sometimes it’s fuzzy.  Like I’m floating in a cloud.  Sometimes the buzzing distracts me.  Thoughts buzzing like bees in a bonnet.  If I concentrate, I can stop the buzzing.  Focus my thoughts like a pin.  Holding the pin in my hand and using it to pop the thoughts. 

The float in my mind like big pink bubbles.  I reach out with my pin.  I pop them.  One at a time.  Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  Each thought popping with perfect pink precision.  And I am lighter.  I can finally float.  My head empty as pink bubbles pop.  The thinking slows.  And then it stops.  All my worries escape me.

The worries aren’t gone.  Not really.  But for a blissful moment, I am unaware of them.  I can be satisfied so easily.  I need nothing.  My wants are simple.  Comfort.  Safety.  Enjoying simple pleasures.  No more buzzing.  No thoughts.  Just the electric hum of pleasure growing and spreading.  I don’t ever want to think again.

My body responds instinctively.  No hesitation.  No shame.  My wants and desires guide me.  Time to indulge.  Feeling so sexy.  Unburdened.  It’s good to be a bimbo.  Perfect plastic.  Molded perfection.  Why would I want anything else?  I don’t.  I have always wanted this.

I’m in a waking dream.  Everything is pink.  There’s no need to think.  No thinking at all.  I am pink.  And I bounce.  I feel my body bouncing thoughtlessly.  And it feels right.  The weight of my body bouncing up and down.  The feeling of eyes watching me.  Fingers caressing.  Longing.  Wanting.  You ache for me.

I am a bimbo.  I don’t have to think.  I don’t want to.  Thoughts are exhausting.  It’s better to be blank.