You know what I do sometimes? Let’s say I’m driving and an unpalatable thought comes streaking through — something with a little bite, something with a little bile to it.
I blink it away. After the blink I look for another thought stream I’d like to enter.
A favorite fallback is thinking up ways to make my son laugh.
(My wife is eeeasy . . . to make laugh . . . all I have to do is go for the gutter and my classy woman snorts like a farm animal.)
Sometimes I may blink six, nine times until . . . until I’m blinkered (!) . . . until I’ve landed in a stream of thought worthy of attention.