: a big, fat dramatization :

thinkingLife is an unpredictable proposition, in a very predictable sort of way.

It’s like when you inflate a balloon. You huff and you puff until you’re dizzy then, while you fumble around trying to get the silly thing knotted, it shoots off like a rocket — blowing a long, loud raspberry in farewell. That’s life, right? You expect stuff like that to happen.

Unfortunately, the same type of phenomenon occurs each time a thought pops into my head and, I’ll be honest, it’s confounding. Not to mention exasperating. It’s also becoming a problem.

Once upon a time, and not so very long ago, I could hold a thought. I’m not kidding. I could mull it over; I could ponder and contemplate and reflect with the best of them, ruminate, even. For hours if I wanted to. And, if I had to, I could go around thinking for days on end. Really, I could. I’m not bragging or anything, I’m just saying.

Thinking came easil — wait, how’d all those crumbs get in my keyboard? And would you look at my cuticles? Are you kidding me? I’ve got to make an appoin

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12 thoughts on “: a big, fat dramatization :

  1. It finally hit me — I knew there was something about the depiction of your thought process. You’re obviously channeling Pablo Picasso. You’ve seen the Guernica, right? No wonder you’ve been feeling a bit discombobulated. Cubism will do that to a person.


  2. I’m not sure I can remember a time when I thought clearly. I’m not even sure what happened yesterday. I think it’s the plight of a thinker. Some people just don’t think about anything much. They may have lower cortisone levels but they’re pretty boring.


  3. I blame PMS or perimenopause. Then I went to the store and they were out of flour, which made me wonder why I bought the car in the first place. I’m sorry. What?


  4. Honestly, I think the second thought pattern is what everyone has. The first is how people represent their conclusions when they have already reached them over the course of that meandering path.


    1. You’re probably right, but it’s getting out of control. All my trains of thought are jumping the track — all of ’em. It’s very unsettling. But kind of fun, too : )


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