I like to think, which is a good thing, because I do it a lot; more than once I’ve been told it’s “too much.” Again, not necessarily productive thinking, but aimless wondering and curiosity and desire. Seventy-four thoughts at once. I don’t know if writing here is about seeking validation or acknowledgement? Connection or commiseration? Perhaps it’s just run-of-the-mill narcissism, or even exhibitionism.
The value of my terminology is best illustrated as such: “mind dust” is two words, while my explanation of it contained 109. Or so. You know. If you were going to obsessively or perfectionistic-ish-ic-esque-ally count them.
TRYING to stay on track here…. *sigh* My mind also has an attic, which is where the mind dust tends to settle. In there, I toss all of those unrelated yet interesting tidbits I encounter, on which much of the mind dust collects. I want to keep all of it – the artifacts and the dust alike – but there really isn’t room for everything. This is partly why I write. OK, well – truth. Sometimes I write. It’s most certainly not because I enjoy it. It’s more that I am compelled to do it. But that’s a story for another day, kids.
So I suppose this blog (which I’ve considered doing for, oh, say three years??) is another way for me to do my spring cleaning, to cheese up the metaphor right good. Sure, I can continue to fill my spiral-bound notebooks with my ramblings. Yet . . . here I am.
Sadly, I can continue in this way for some time, so I will just pull the plug while I still can. ;)
Stay tuned for more inanity as the reasons for my screen name make themselves apparent…
And yeah. I over-use and abuse the helpful and considerate ellipsis.