Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Have an Extra Slice of Nonsense, Heavy on the Nonsense

I seem to have misplaced the mute button for my never ending portable play list (aka brain) at birth. An amazing feat, since when I was born play lists in the way we understand them today weren't invented yet. Still, from the first song to the first story and everything in between, cataloging in my gray matter commenced and recommenced, rinse repeat.

Release came when I learned how to write, to sing, to draw and make a story on the fly for a willing audience. But, if you give my gray matter an inch, it'll walk all over you (and myself) for a mile and then some. Think of hanging by one foot in a stirrup that is conveniently attached to an impressive amount of spooked horseflesh. Throw in a few rocks for a more "gritty realistic" feel and you pretty much have a good visual of my grip on my imagination.

If a woman's brain is an electrical ball of wire connected to everything and anything, then I'm a walking fire hazard sinisterly waiting to combust. (I hope a camera is near by when I do. Morbid? A bit. Gorey? Most definitely. Likely to happen? Unfortunately or fortunately not. For as fantastical a place my mind may be, I don't believe that it extends to self implosion. My mind prefers quiet and unnoticed slowly encroaching insanity.) Some might say I'm already there.

The point in writing this was to simply say, when I get one idea out, three new ones come to take its place. (Worse than gray hairs!) This in turn leaves me with little or no mental breathing room. Again, those of you practically chewing on your sarcasm out of mock politeness may swallow now or look around for a spittoon. I'm well aware that many of you doubt that any oxygen has been circulating for quite some time. I'm here to neither deny nor confirm any such claims, only to say that sanity comes and goes like the tide. Like Russian Roulette, it certainly gets the blood pumping.


Oh look, I now have three new darling little ideas barking in place of the one I just plucked. How lovely. *twitch*

2 comments:

Judes' Diner said...

Ahh, the sad life of a genius. But really, could you stand life if you were not constantly coming up with amazing ideas all the time?

Megan Peterson said...

LOL! Probably not. :D