I'd like to make a proposal: down with thinking. Yep, you read it right. All in favor, raise your giggles - you know who you are, you know what I mean before I even start explaining myself. Ok, I'm not talking about cognitive atrophy, refusing to perform basic brain functions at a human standard. I'm not even talking about reality TV. I'm talking about the way we live in our own minds, and more importantly, give voice to them.
Thinking hurts. Even the word "think" makes me cringe - it's the vagueness of it that gets me. And maybe that's the problem, maybe that's my point: vagueness. Colorlessness. Inspecificity (why isn't that a word Mr. Webster?) Point: this is not a place for me to think and flesh out my little thinks. This is a place of daydreams. This is a place of reflection. This is a place of brainstorming, and maybe even brooding at times. This is a place where I want to interpret reality, to freelance the story of my own heart, to collect and recollect the experiences I'm given and build a narrative. Yes, this is a reflection of me and what is making me. Adding color, framing the picture, bringing it into focus - I am a daydreamer, and I daydream in stereo.
"Thinking" is too general a term for how I process stuff. We don't just think, and we don't just live, so this is my crayon to this big ol' coloring book called Life.
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