Oh, who am I kidding? This post will be about the blogging valleys, no peaks in sight today. Blogging friends, I know you’ll pull me through. You’re my rock, my inspiration.
It appears I have a bit of the Tangled Mind Syndrome (TMS). I’m sure you’ve heard of it. It happens when your mind is like a big ball of yarn all tangled up, and you think you can’t possibly untangle it, and you just want to snip it. But, of course, you can’t do that. It’s your mind we’re talking about. You must just brace yourself for unpleasantness and confusion.
Today, for example, I was at a four-way stop and I simply forgot which direction I wanted to go. Please don’t be alarmed. I simply made a decision and went straight. They were no accidents. See, I’m still here…typing. I appreciate that you were worried about me.
Later, I searched high and low in my refrigerator for the coffee creamer and it was nowhere, nowhere to be found….but this, this simply because it wasn’t there, it was never there. It was all used up already, see, and no one bothered to tell me. So, you’re left searching, searching for something that is not there.This undoubtedly happens when you are mentally tangled.
In the process of this search for this ghost of an object, you stumble across this huge watermelon in your refrigerator taking up some prime real estate, all the space, and you wonder why it is there in the first place? Now you must cut it with a knife that is probably too dull and it will be taxing. You’re left feeling anxious because you probably won’t cut it right. There is a special way to cut a watermelon so that all the slices are perfect, probably not easily accomplished with the dull knife. A mango would be easier, but that also requires a particular process of cutting. I’m sure you can go Google this, or maybe you know someone personally who is a fruit cutting expert. I would like to meet this person.
I could always blog about my laundry, the never-ending black hole of laundry, but then I would need to discuss bedwetting and Asperger’s, not that they’re typically related, which they really aren’t here either. It’s simply part of the story, much too tangled. Would you want to read that one? No?
Instead, I will stare at a wide expanse of blue, a calming color. A lovely ocean of a picture will do the trick since I can’t get the real thing. Cue ocean. That will work.
I’m sure after a little meditating, I’ll be back with a brilliant post, or, er, something you like, something that’s not a complete waste of time. Although, time wasted can be time well spent. Efficiency is not all it’s cracked up to be. So, let’s just end this now. Okay.
What a nice spot, huh?