The Persian Rug Mouse Pad and Deliberately Being Alone
"Believe in me"
It is always interesting when you have absolutely nothing to say but your mind is still polluted by thoughts. The focus wants to come down to help the mind but somehow it just never get's there...so you are simply left with a jumble of random ideas and dreams. We spend a lot of our time in the "What if..." mindset sometimes, which can just either destroy you or enlighten you. Having taken our lives at face value I believe no one can say they don't have a foolish dream, something that pops into their head about 3 minutes before they go to bed at night. The human body cannot just shut down when your head hits that pillow( unless you are narcoleptic in which case...pillow and bed really aren't necessary to just fall asleep), so you have that 5-10 minutes of rolling around, adjusting your pillow and maybe listening to music. In that 5-10 minutes, what do you think about? Do you look over the day you just had, do you dream of someone you covet or already have or do you just simply dream about something that can never happen? It doesn't really matter to be honest, we all get inside our own heads from time to time to look at our lives. It is in this time at night that I find myself pretty content, imagining unreal situations and events. Does this make me a idealist, someone who cannot function in the real world? I seriously doubt that but it is something to consider because hey, I cannot read minds and gauge how much people do this as opposed to myself. Maybe I am light on the dreaming or maybe I am heavy but I pity anyone who doesn't take those 5-10 minutes at night to just detatch yourself from the world that surrounds you. You'd be surprised to find out what you really want in life if you just drift a bit. Also this is the time where you come up with the best ideas to carry out for the next day...which you inevitably forget the next morning because you were too lazy to get up at night and write them down. Many creative visions have been lost to sleep and an inability to get up and pick up a damn pen. I guess what I am trying to say is 5-10 minutes to escape is well worth it for one day, I don't know how I would function without it.
Song Of The Day: Never Say Never- That Dog
posted by Brian @ 7:12 PM
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