DIE pink elephant from hell!
"don't think about pink elephants"

Insecurities are funny things - the more you try to ignore them, the harder they are to ignore - like pink elephants. you can be walking around one day, totally immersed in your own little thing, and all someone has to do is walk up to you and say

"don't think about pink elephants"

and it's all downhill from there. no matter where you turn, you'll see pink elephants. close your eyes, and fuschia pachyderms dance through your brain. dumbo and babar et all, all in different shades of pink, all doing a conga in your head.

Once something brings an insecurity to mind, there's no getting rid of it.

The other funny thing about insecurities, is we all love to try and make people feel better about theirs. We try to dispel them and make them go away. Especially with people we love. We ask them to share their fears with us, and we hold them and stroke them and tell them they have nothing to worry about. We coo and coddle and try to ease their fears, thinking mere words could undo what a lifetime has created.

We all want to be heroes. we all want to be the one that vanquishes the demons and slays the dragons.

Only to a point mind. Only the first or second time. For some reason, although we know that our own demons are not so easy to slay, we convince ourselves that other peoples' are.

The first time someone shares their insecurities with us, we brandish our sword and mightily fell the beast, and everybody's happy, we have made the land safe again and are just waiting for the fin at the end of the reel

The second time it comes up, we make some witty remark after all thats what heros do, about it being back for more, pull out our blade, and kill it again.

By the third time, we start to get annoyed. won't the stupid thing die? but, like the heroes we are, we vanquish it once more. Kinda like watching a bunch of films that always has the same bad guy in it boring as hell.

And it comes back again. and we kill it again.

And it comes back some more, and of course, by now, we start to become impatient. We begin to realize that maybe this monster isn't so easy to defeat. That it'll keep coming back.

So we give up. Obviously, there's nothing we can do to destroy this pink elephant demon, so why bother? we pack up our things, hop on our horse, and leave for a new land. Maybe somewhere with a beast easier to kill.

But the beat won't give up it will keep hunting us down, and so you just have to except that its there holed up in that cave in the back of your mind waiting to pounce on you when you least or indeed most often expect it.

Remember kids we've been inundated with complaints about people not being able to sleep so please don't have nightmares.