Thoughts

Thoughts, I've always conceived them as something tangible, having mass, taking up space. They have to, that's the only reason why I can figure that thinking "'too much" can give you a headache. And I say "too much" because there's no such thing, in fact, it is my belief that the act of inner reflection is actually becoming an endangered past time. "Too much" is relative and in by saying means that you are thinking only more so than what you usually do. Like working a dormant muscle, it aches after use and slowly or quickly becomes accustomed to the new demands depending on your mental regime and/or expectations.

There's been many a time where there has been a cranial thunderstorm and my proverbial buckets couldn't keep up with the down pour. I simply was swept away and cleaned up after the typhoon ceased.

Then there's the act of being derailed. You may get to your destination at some point and time but the price is usually the loss of your luggage or the loss of someone else's...And that's just perturbing.

Being squished between this conjecture or that introspection is always fun too. Because, like a party, people will congregate where the fun is, so to will your thoughts. Next thing you know, you're up to your mental armpits in deliberation. It's more often than not that once this point is reached, someone will make the complimentary derogatory comment that they can smell your gray matter charring to a fine charcoal. I've often been tempted to reach up to my ear in hopes of finding that they were indeed correct and that I could cut back on some of my art costs. Alas, the insurmountable pressure in my skull would convert the smoldering mess into a cache of diamonds. I say "alas" because it certainly wouldn't be myself enjoying the profit. Diamond, Charcoal, or squishy lobes, its my brain and contrary to popular belief, you really should have one. Use is optional as we so sadly see in today's society...

But I guess I should put out a warning that some thoughts really shouldn't be entertained or allowed to expand past their birth. Take this post for instance, it shouldn't have been allowed to continue after the first word. However, like most things of importance, such as tangents and nonsense, I simply run with it. Catch me if you can!