Not thinking about certain things

"I hope that booze-sodden nickelfucker is at the end position of a human centipede in hell with Teddy and Stalin." -Poppins

I apparently have some mental discipline for not thinking about certain things, like the name of Lennon's assassin.... or that movie about which I first heard relatively recently; nearly made me physically ill, but like everything, even 9/11, eventually the impact lessens.

Even though this was excellent, MPPPPPP, I could still gladly go the rest of my days without having that particular horrific imagery recalled.

One trick to such mental discipline- just go on, don't think about it, or dwell on it, much less write about it... as I just did.