[Quiet Man Cometh]

You want to borrow my thought wolf? He doesn't have a name but he shows up and rips all those icky memories that I want to forget into tiny little pieces.

Sounds a little silly, I'll admit that, but I have the same problem you do, bloodgirl. I get things that I would rather forget and I've found sometimes that imagining the destruction of the image or the thought can help as a sort of meditation of sorts to at least get some degree of 'revenge' on the thought even if it doesn't make it go away for long.

It's something I picked up from a story my Aunt told me, of how she would imagine a big lion next to her as she walked home from school through a wooded area she didn't like. My thought wolf was my first incarnation, but sometimes I imagine those thoughts disappearing into bursts of fireworks until the little pieces all fade away. It does take some persistance and practice, but it helps get the thought out of my mind at the moment.