There are scary things in life, but one of them has to be when your fingers literally take possession of your brain, ignore you and your desires, and just Take Over. It's like ten little aliens that have invaded you, each one of them with its own agenda, its plan, quite not involving you.
So when I play guitar these days, actually more as a form of calming down, my fingers do shit I can't even imagine. I almost jump up and say "Holy shit! What was that all about?"
I guess that should be called Good.
But that your little digits override your brain can't be anywhere near good. And when you start inquiring of your fingers of their mental state, perhaps it's time to take a long, long vacation . . . somehwhere near Caicos, I think.
Ahh, dunno. Maybe the Comoros, except for that bloody Egyptair plane crash.
Umm, just thought I'd share that with you pleasant people. Now, go on, go on, get on with your own lives, what are you waiting for? My tie is too tight, what more do you want from me?
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