Nutcase Today, Fruitcake Tomorrow...
Sunday, January 15th, 2012 21:48![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
On Friday, at work, De asked me to think of a slogan for the convention this year; the theme would be along the lines of mental health and mental wellness. A cliched 'Healthy Body Healthy Mind' thing came to mind (no pun intended), and De went on to explain the difficulty of coming up with an appropriate slogan.
Last year, the convention's theme was on geriatrics and we had an awfully romantic slogan, "Come Grow Old with Me". (It's also the title of a poem by Robert Browning). With the term 'geriatrics' there are synonyms of aging, being old, wisdom, etc. However, this year, the theme of 'mental health' tends to conjure images of psychotic tendencies. MS even suggested that the theme this year be "Come Grow Siao with Me". Ahahah.
So De and I brainstormed, and here's a list of possible slogans generated...
1. Mind Our Business
2. Our Business to Mind
3. Use it or lose it
4. One. Day. At. A. Time
5. Taking the Aches out of life's Caches
6. Behind the Obvious
7. "I think, therefore I am..."
8. We think we Mind
9. It's all in the Mind
10. BRAIN WASHED
11. Fitting square pegs into round holes
12. Train of thoughts: On the right track
(Although at this point, it started to sound like, 'Train of thoughts derailed'. Or 'deranged'. LOL)
And there were more but I forgot them.
My favourite one of the day that was later generated, "Nutcase Today, Fruitcake Tomorrow." I do not think our boss would approve of it. :P
Clearly, a mind is a terrible thing to waste, and a terrible thing when wasted. LOL.
Randomly, this reminds me of a scene from Macbeth...
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?
Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.
Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart?
Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself...