What would happen if I stopped thinking as much as I do? What would life be like? Would I get bored? Hell, I suppose that I would not talk to myself at that point nor would I laugh out loud or run experiments using third eye visuals and hand movements. Nope. Probably not as my mind would be on vacation. What would I do with all that free time that I would then be paying attention to? (Imagine watching the second hand on a face clock going round and round ticking louder and louder while observing the motion and nothing more. There would not even be thought as to what are the mechanics that move the arms. Meh!) What if I could not read or explore things within myself, others, and the world around me? What if I could not play connect the dots with the information that I gather? Where would I be? Who would I be? Would I be? Hum... I would not be me that is for sure.
In summery, I would probably be bored. Me thinks I would not like that. Sure I am alone and may be viewed as eccentric, but all in all, I am not lonely. I am not bored. Hell, I have to take pills to shut off the chatter and the visuals that occur out of “poof” that either generate art, words, or research. The more I absorb, the more I question. These questions push me to learn more and connect the dots for no specific purpose save that I CAN. I don’t want to be anything but me when I grow up so, learning is FUNdamental for the sheer hell of it. Yup!
Silly me finds beauty in bugs, sky, tall grass, and creative individuals. I find beauty in exploring human behavior including my own. Even dead things are interesting. To some rain may be viewed as a damper, but I am like a duck and love being in it.
Okay, so maybe to you I seem strange, however, as strange as I may seem, I would like to place you (whomever views me as strange) under microscopic observation and explore your strangeness. I am sure you have your own set of idiosyncracies as well as thoughts and values that could have major holes blown through them by YOU after we have had time to explore YOU. Your blowing holes though me will be equally enjoyed.
My mind is staying put. ~ Maggie ~ September 6, 2009 @ 9:16 p.m. EST
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