Why goblins?

 Better question: why not goblins? 

I've been trying to explain the...er... architecture of my mind for years and coming up with nothing. Nada. Zilch. I wish I had a mind palace, or some orderly looking mansion to house all of my thoughts and beliefs. 

I wish I could say my mind is like an elven city, a la Rivendell. But that's entirely too tranquil. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE tranquility, but that's not my brain's default setting.

No, my mind is like the Goblin City from "Labyrinth." You know, the cult classic Bowie/muppet fantasy from the 80s. Remember the battle for the city near the end of the movie? Yeah, that's a pretty good representation of how my brain functions.

Most of my thoughts are loud and hyper; like someone has been dosing my goblins with caffeine and meth. Imagine that Jim Henson added a rave to the Goblin City and that's kind of what my brain feels like to me.

It can be exhausting, but these are the cards I have been dealt. I find that having cats around help when the anxiety gets too loud. Cats also help with the depression. 

You know the battle for the Goblin City that takes place near the end of the movie? I think that's a fair representation of how chaotic my mind is most days. 


This is the best analogy for my mind that I have ever developed. Now I should let you know that my favorite fantasy race is usually elf related. So it does disturb me on some level that my mind is basically a 24/7 goblin rave most days.

But, it is what it is. And updating this blog seems to appease A LOT of my inner goblins, so I'll keep doing it. Anything to keep the goblins happy!

Now I just need to find some Goblin City-esque artwork to make this blog look more interesting...

Location: San Francisco Bay Area, CA, USA

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