On my journey through life I heard the Sirens call. It was sweet, seductive, mesmerizing, and all encompassing. Distracting me from a very important goal, her song and dance was enthralling. Without realizing the situation I ended up in her Procrustean bed.
Laying in her Procrustean bed I realized it was not a good fit. Can’t figure out if the bed was too big or I am too small. I stick it out because it is the only bed around. It was never comfortable, but I convince myself it was because I enjoyed the Siren’s call so much.
It was not the bed I was attracted to but the Siren. I cannot put into words how or why the Siren ensnared me, but it happened; my mind turned into mush. A malleable emotional state jettisoned all logic, being totally unaware that I was being gaslighted.
Eventually the Procrustean bed started to smell, the gaslight stench was too great. Advancement depended upon getting out of bed. It was a difficult decision to make, not only was it necessary for dignity, but needed for overall health.