I’ve noticed that I must have the very best
of mental diseases

While others seem
caught in the spider’s web of memories
reliving horrible humiliations
rewatching all the terrible suffering

I gotta say “that ain’t me”
Instead I spend all my time either
practicing my philosophy of 
Creative Reality

In which I imagine something I want
then maybe do some planning or expect serendipity
(you won’t even believe how well this has worked!) 
or I change the past and think about the implications of that
(I would have been such a great guitarist)

Someone might say to me “Hey, remember when so and so was here and did that vicious thing? and I’ll reply “Well, sure” but honestly I should have said

“Well, I do now”

I’m too busy thinking about the future or alternate pasts
Living in a fantasy world of my own creation where
It’s really hard to hold a grudge