You did know that, right?
Urges aren’t some magical, mythical beast that we must tie ourselves in knots, trying to defeat.
They’re just a manifestation of thought.
Like everything.
Example
I’m reading a book. A ‘work’ book. And it’s telling me some home truths; some things that the Giles Ego Construct 📦 doesn’t really want to hear.
So it does what minds do.
It sneakily offers to relieve this pain it’s creating by some alternative pastime.
“Anything but this!” it says.
There’s a mention in the book of Halley’s Comet, coming around every 75 years. The G.E.C. 📦 remembers Halley’s Comet in the news from when this body was in its youth. And so its solution to reading stuff it really doesn’t want to hear is to pipe up with an urge:
📦🗣️ “Hey! Check how likely it is you’ll be alive, the next time Halley’s Comet comes through!”
And I almost fell for that one.
Before I knew it, the book was closed and I was reaching for my phone.
Really strong urge.
(Of course, the chances of me actually making it to Wikipedia to check on the comet’s arrival year were slim at best. I’d have got distracted by email, or social media or some other nonsense clamouring for my precious attention, on that slab of glass. And thirty minutes later I'd either have abandoned the book, or picked it back up and only then remembered why I put it down in the first place 🤦🏻♂️😩)
📦🗣️ “Yessss, yesssss, my precioussss. Shiny nice easy things that look urgent and aren’t reading stuff I really don’t want to hear.”
But then, phone in hand, thumb poised to swipe, I remembered: