Randomness

I seem to be thinking lots. During my drive to and from work, I tend to have music on. When I get out the car I honestly can't tell you what I've been listening to 5 seconds before, and it's been this way for a week or two now. It's distracting. I have random flashes of insight and I want to be able to express them. Not necessarily to anyone in particular, I mean. Jotting them down works too. Of course there is stuff that pops up that I do think is interesting or at least important enough to share.

So just view this as a random brain dump post. There will be no real point. Expect none, and you won't be disappointed.

Itym ye Firsteth: Connected to the whole thinking lots is something I call 'idling'. It is basically what my brain does when there is nothing in particular going on that requires its attention. It happily ticks away in the background and occasionally throws up stray thoughts that occupy it for a bit before sinking back down to idly humming along. It's not meditation, though I can switch from 'idle' to 'light meditative' state quite easily these days.

I've always been able to put my brain on idle and there are some instances where it is actually very hard for me to not do it. People who've travelled with me may have noticed that I occasionally switch off. I stare out the window at nothing in particular. I can be easily roused by talking to me, but if there isn't a lively conversation going on that interests my brain, it switches down to idling. Sitting in the back of a car is instant switch-off for me.

Another form of idling is letting my mind go with a thought or a scenario. It most often happens when I'm in bed and sort of waking up, but I don't need to get up. My mind will come up with a scenario and I'll let it go wherever it wants to. It can lead to interesting (day)dreams, both bad interesting and good interesting. And it's quite good practice for lucid dreaming, actually.

Itym ye Secondeth: I think too quickly for my fingers to keep up. This is the major reason I will rarely comment beyond 'Nifty' (or words to that effect) on interesting, thought-provoking pieces online. It is why I will rarely get involved in a discussion on Livejournal. I like generating discussion, and I like seeing the results, but I am unable to do it justice myself in the written media. And the reason is the following:

While I am typing this, my brain is five thoughts up ahead and about to scamper off to the left because it's just seen that the toolbox in the office hasn't been tidied away and it's heavy and I will probably stub my toe on that while I go to make tea, I'm sure of it, or I could have a gin and tonic. Cucumber! We bought cucumber at the supermarket today, which reminds me: I was talking to Naomi about sneaking a Ferrari on the shopping list when I went 'Moby Dick!' halfway through the sentence because I saw the DVD of the movie and it's the worst thing Patrick Stewart (mmmmmm) has ever played in, though I've seen some dreadful movies.

See? This is what happens in real life too, and there I at least have my mouth that can sort of keep up with what I'm thinking. Even that little stream of consciousness thing there cost me a lot of effort. And I find I am unable to do that when it comes to responding to thoughtful posts, or posts that ask for advice. I can't stick to a point.

Itym ye Thirdeth: I like Once More With Feeling. It has fun songs.

Itym ye Fourtheth: I don't get the obsession with needing to see what's behind people's masks and walls, as if the 'real' person hiding behind there is so much better than what they're projecting. Many of us have them for a very good reason. They may be unhealthy, but unless one is invited it is bad manners to start hammering on the doors. It is even worse manners to assume one knows the 'real' person behind the walls. We're not hiding the mystical rainbow up our arse and there usually isn't a pot of gold at the end of it. Unless they have really kinky sex lives. In which case, more power to them.

Humans are puzzling, yes. They are not, however, puzzles, and I wish people'd stop acting like they are.

Itym ye Fiftheth:I prefer talking in person. I like #afp and livejournal, but I prefer actual face to face conversation. Writing down words to express thoughts and feelings is awkward to me, like pinning down the wind or sunshine. Actually, I prefer face to face everything. I like *hugs* and *smooches* and *snuggles* and *kisses*, but I prefer hugs, smooches, snuggles and kisses.

Itym ye Sixtheth: My most favourite thing is snuggling up to someone I love and have my brain idle while I drift off to sleep.

Randomness

I seem to be thinking lots. During my drive to and from work, I tend to have music on. When I get out the car I honestly can't tell you what I've been listening to 5 seconds before, and it's been this way for a week or two now. It's distracting. I have random flashes of insight and I want to be able to express them. Not necessarily to anyone in particular, I mean. Jotting them down works too. Of course there is stuff that pops up that I do think is interesting or at least important enough to share.

So just view this as a random brain dump post. There will be no real point. Expect none, and you won't be disappointed.

Itym ye Firsteth: Connected to the whole thinking lots is something I call 'idling'. It is basically what my brain does when there is nothing in particular going on that requires its attention. It happily ticks away in the background and occasionally throws up stray thoughts that occupy it for a bit before sinking back down to idly humming along. It's not meditation, though I can switch from 'idle' to 'light meditative' state quite easily these days.

I've always been able to put my brain on idle and there are some instances where it is actually very hard for me to not do it. People who've travelled with me may have noticed that I occasionally switch off. I stare out the window at nothing in particular. I can be easily roused by talking to me, but if there isn't a lively conversation going on that interests my brain, it switches down to idling. Sitting in the back of a car is instant switch-off for me.

Another form of idling is letting my mind go with a thought or a scenario. It most often happens when I'm in bed and sort of waking up, but I don't need to get up. My mind will come up with a scenario and I'll let it go wherever it wants to. It can lead to interesting (day)dreams, both bad interesting and good interesting. And it's quite good practice for lucid dreaming, actually.

Itym ye Secondeth: I think too quickly for my fingers to keep up. This is the major reason I will rarely comment beyond 'Nifty' (or words to that effect) on interesting, thought-provoking pieces online. It is why I will rarely get involved in a discussion on Livejournal. I like generating discussion, and I like seeing the results, but I am unable to do it justice myself in the written media. And the reason is the following:

While I am typing this, my brain is five thoughts up ahead and about to scamper off to the left because it's just seen that the toolbox in the office hasn't been tidied away and it's heavy and I will probably stub my toe on that while I go to make tea, I'm sure of it, or I could have a gin and tonic. Cucumber! We bought cucumber at the supermarket today, which reminds me: I was talking to Naomi about sneaking a Ferrari on the shopping list when I went 'Moby Dick!' halfway through the sentence because I saw the DVD of the movie and it's the worst thing Patrick Stewart (mmmmmm) has ever played in, though I've seen some dreadful movies.

See? This is what happens in real life too, and there I at least have my mouth that can sort of keep up with what I'm thinking. Even that little stream of consciousness thing there cost me a lot of effort. And I find I am unable to do that when it comes to responding to thoughtful posts, or posts that ask for advice. I can't stick to a point.

Itym ye Thirdeth: I like Once More With Feeling. It has fun songs.

Itym ye Fourtheth: I don't get the obsession with needing to see what's behind people's masks and walls, as if the 'real' person hiding behind there is so much better than what they're projecting. Many of us have them for a very good reason. They may be unhealthy, but unless one is invited it is bad manners to start hammering on the doors. It is even worse manners to assume one knows the 'real' person behind the walls. We're not hiding the mystical rainbow up our arse and there usually isn't a pot of gold at the end of it. Unless they have really kinky sex lives. In which case, more power to them.

Humans are puzzling, yes. They are not, however, puzzles, and I wish people'd stop acting like they are.

Itym ye Fiftheth:I prefer talking in person. I like #afp and livejournal, but I prefer actual face to face conversation. Writing down words to express thoughts and feelings is awkward to me, like pinning down the wind or sunshine. Actually, I prefer face to face everything. I like *hugs* and *smooches* and *snuggles* and *kisses*, but I prefer hugs, smooches, snuggles and kisses.

Itym ye Sixtheth: My most favourite thing is snuggling up to someone I love and have my brain idle while I drift off to sleep.