A Busy Mind
January 20, 2009
Why is it that my mind is so empty during the day but when the middle of the night comes it is sooooooo busy? I spend the day trying to remember what I need to do, how I’m going to do it (if I remember what it was) and why I picked up my computer. Then the middle of the night comes and all of a sudden my mind kicks into high gear. I awaken to a flurry of activity exploding in my head and my eyes are wide-awake. I try to quiet the noise and yet it sounds like I’m in a stadium full of people and they’re all talking to me at once. One person is singing a song that I can’t remember the lyrics too, another is yelling about what I have to do in the morning and a few others are just having conversations that I can’t understand but they are very enthusiastic about something.
Finally I get out of bed and go to the living room. I pick up my computer and start to release all the wisdom that comes pouring out. I type as fast as my chubby little fingers will go and I know that what I am writing is of great value to the nations or at least to some very important world leaders. My fingers race across the keys and I feel a sense of power and wisdom that eludes me in the daylight hours. Surely this will be one of the finest pieces ever written and people will be discussing it in classrooms throughout the world for decades to come. My name will become synonymous with all the great writers, Shakespeare, J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Betty Crocker… (Go ahead and laugh but who among us doesn’t own a Betty Crocker in our collection, huh!), and the list goes on and on.
Finally I feel a peace as all the pent up energy is spent with my incredible words of wisdom. Having just saved the world from itself and offered pearls of wisdom I am finally free to escape back to my bed to sleep perchance to dream. Ah sweet release. Then morning comes and I rush to re read my masterpiece. I’m so excited I don’t even wait for the coffee to finish. I throw open my computer ready to share the most incredible piece of literature since Homer and then I realize, something is amiss. Somewhere in the mist of my pontificating my hands shifted. What I see before my eyes looks like a cartoon discussion in a bar! Instead of wisdom I find something that looks like this rhneklshoi vsdk sd gjidsoj theohhsjskateyjam! How can this be, I was brilliant during the night. How sad for the world to have lost such an incredible piece of… of… now what was I going to say? I guess I’ll have to wait until tonight when all my friends return to my head and I once again, have an overflowing of creativity.
Why is it that my mind is so empty during the day but when the middle of the night comes it is sooooooo busy? I spend the day trying to remember what I need to do, how I’m going to do it (if I remember what it was) and why I picked up my computer. Then the middle of the night comes and all of a sudden my mind kicks into high gear. I awaken to a flurry of activity exploding in my head and my eyes are wide-awake. I try to quiet the noise and yet it sounds like I’m in a stadium full of people and they’re all talking to me at once. One person is singing a song that I can’t remember the lyrics too, another is yelling about what I have to do in the morning and a few others are just having conversations that I can’t understand but they are very enthusiastic about something.
Finally I get out of bed and go to the living room. I pick up my computer and start to release all the wisdom that comes pouring out. I type as fast as my chubby little fingers will go and I know that what I am writing is of great value to the nations or at least to some very important world leaders. My fingers race across the keys and I feel a sense of power and wisdom that eludes me in the daylight hours. Surely this will be one of the finest pieces ever written and people will be discussing it in classrooms throughout the world for decades to come. My name will become synonymous with all the great writers, Shakespeare, J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Betty Crocker… (Go ahead and laugh but who among us doesn’t own a Betty Crocker in our collection, huh!), and the list goes on and on.
Finally I feel a peace as all the pent up energy is spent with my incredible words of wisdom. Having just saved the world from itself and offered pearls of wisdom I am finally free to escape back to my bed to sleep perchance to dream. Ah sweet release. Then morning comes and I rush to re read my masterpiece. I’m so excited I don’t even wait for the coffee to finish. I throw open my computer ready to share the most incredible piece of literature since Homer and then I realize, something is amiss. Somewhere in the mist of my pontificating my hands shifted. What I see before my eyes looks like a cartoon discussion in a bar! Instead of wisdom I find something that looks like this rhneklshoi vsdk sd gjidsoj theohhsjskateyjam! How can this be, I was brilliant during the night. How sad for the world to have lost such an incredible piece of… of… now what was I going to say? I guess I’ll have to wait until tonight when all my friends return to my head and I once again, have an overflowing of creativity.
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