There are some things in my brain that I wish weren't in it, that never should have been in it and which I never invited in, to the best of my knowledge, yet there they are somehow and they are apparently impossible to get out, to attempt to forcibly dislodge them not only results in complete failure but also makes their presence even more strongly felt, maddeningly, as the straining effort to expel them clearly only serves to shine a spotlight on them that then leaves them brightly illuminated forever after. So in other words, my brain is like a rattling box filled mostly with unwanted crap, which isn't even the worst thing since this rattling box of crap is always rattling, and this bothersome noise is distracting and this annoyance and distraction prevent me from attending to those non-crap or potentially non-crap items elsewhere in my brain-box, the items that make the whole business of having a brain in the first place supposedly worthwhile. I need a way out of this situation that does not involve a dependence on the focusing powers of drugs or the calming powers of alcohol and does not involve any activity that includes sitting on the floor with my legs crossed, as my legs always fall asleep within three minutes in that position, and does not involve electrodes affixed to my forehead or temples, no chanting, intoning, or significant moaning, nothing requiring the wearing of loose unisex garments that might come in orange, no stylized bird-like poses with fanciful names, no retreats featuring dreadful communal meals with strangers and lots of nodding when other people are tediously talking about themselves on a sun-dappled lawn beneath a mighty oak, no situations in which someone is going to suddenly grab my foot and place it in the correct position, and nothing that requires the keeping of a special separate diary, as I hate all these things, especially the foot-grabbing one.