(Originally reached out in a multitude of arms and legs on a Facebook note on 11 February 2011)
I know it’s crazy but sometimes I have the profound ability to put myself on power save mode, or stand by mode, if you so prefer. If you have watched the animated film “The Fantastic Mr. Fox,” the best example of somebody going on power save mode is when Weasel, Mr. Fox’s assistant, would gain buttons for eyes every time Mr. Fox would explain something beyond what his weasel brain can accommodate.
It’s just amazing to be able to sit and stare at nothing for hours on end and let your thoughts take the center stage and just leave everything else on the wings.
It’s like being lifted off on a cloud and flown to a place where these thoughts take the form of tiny, ADHD-inflicted creatures with a million spindly and hairy arms and legs, that run around a wide gray field, springing on each other, clutching one another’s hands, doing a sprightly dance.
One thought would start from one tiny blob, not unlike a peanut. Then it would start sprouting tentacles, first just one, and then suddenly another would follow, and then one more, until you wouldn’t know which way it would go. And before you know it, another thought has kicked the peanut off.
This time it might feel or look like a lightning bolt, or maybe an electric shock, just like the last time I used Bern’s faulty heating cup and forgot that it’s faulty and used a spoon to stir my noodles and got the shock of my life (or, okay, maybe at least “of the year,” ) – scary.
This lightning thought would immobilize my subconscious and suddenly it would soften itself up, this time it might probably look like a soft fluffy cloud, ready to envelope me. This kind of thought can be probably embodied by sharp realizations of something I really didn't want to acknowledge.
And then these thoughts would hump each other like rabbits until each (read: each, because thoughts are hermaphrodites) give birth to a baby thought, or maybe a litter of three or four, or maybe millions and billions of baby thoughts all crying out to be fuzzed over, fed, and at least, paid attention to.
That is how I feel waking up today. Sometime, somewhere, somehow, I’ve got to purge these creatures out of my head.
Hmmmnn… Trying to think of exactly when, where, how. And so I'm sucked into a whirlpool. And I grow buttons for eyes.
I know it’s crazy but sometimes I have the profound ability to put myself on power save mode, or stand by mode, if you so prefer. If you have watched the animated film “The Fantastic Mr. Fox,” the best example of somebody going on power save mode is when Weasel, Mr. Fox’s assistant, would gain buttons for eyes every time Mr. Fox would explain something beyond what his weasel brain can accommodate.
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| An "Ugh, come again?" moment. Weasel, Mr. Fox's right-hand man, er... animal, in the animated movie "The Fantastic Mr. Fox" |
It’s just amazing to be able to sit and stare at nothing for hours on end and let your thoughts take the center stage and just leave everything else on the wings.
It’s like being lifted off on a cloud and flown to a place where these thoughts take the form of tiny, ADHD-inflicted creatures with a million spindly and hairy arms and legs, that run around a wide gray field, springing on each other, clutching one another’s hands, doing a sprightly dance.
One thought would start from one tiny blob, not unlike a peanut. Then it would start sprouting tentacles, first just one, and then suddenly another would follow, and then one more, until you wouldn’t know which way it would go. And before you know it, another thought has kicked the peanut off.
This time it might feel or look like a lightning bolt, or maybe an electric shock, just like the last time I used Bern’s faulty heating cup and forgot that it’s faulty and used a spoon to stir my noodles and got the shock of my life (or, okay, maybe at least “of the year,” ) – scary.
This lightning thought would immobilize my subconscious and suddenly it would soften itself up, this time it might probably look like a soft fluffy cloud, ready to envelope me. This kind of thought can be probably embodied by sharp realizations of something I really didn't want to acknowledge.
And then these thoughts would hump each other like rabbits until each (read: each, because thoughts are hermaphrodites) give birth to a baby thought, or maybe a litter of three or four, or maybe millions and billions of baby thoughts all crying out to be fuzzed over, fed, and at least, paid attention to.
That is how I feel waking up today. Sometime, somewhere, somehow, I’ve got to purge these creatures out of my head.
Hmmmnn… Trying to think of exactly when, where, how. And so I'm sucked into a whirlpool. And I grow buttons for eyes.
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It’s just amazing to be able to sit and stare at nothing for hours on end and let your thoughts take the center stage and just leave everything else on the wings.
Amo gd ja ghna ubra ko pirme, mae...
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