So here I find myself, sequestered in my bathroom, sitting on the hard plastic toilet seat that is quickly making my ass go numb. I came in here a while ago to smoke a bowl(mission accomplished), and I had a few great ideas for stuff to write. Luckily for me, I'd suspected that this very thing might occur, and had the presence of mind to leave my video games in the other room and bring a laptop. When I write, I spend a lot of time formulating and constructing my ideas before I touch a single page.Once I'm done, words pour out in a torrrent. Somehow, I even type faster. During this time, I REALLY can't think about anything else.
All was good,though. I positively fulminating with energy. I'd had some great ideas about how to start this project, great kickoffs to this blog-thing which I've invited you to. And then She happened. Of course you know who I'm talking about. Someone knocked on the door, and demanded my attention. Demanded my attention for things I don't really care about right now. At all. It's not an "I'm being a dick" thing. It's much more of a "During this process, my brain shifts frequency and focuses differently than normal" It's a fragile state, this creativity. It takes only a minute to drag someone out of their creative space. Which was exactly what this girl has done to me. Like I said, I'm absolutely not trying to be a dick. I UNDERSTAND that other humans sometimes do that to me. Especially this particular human. Nonetheless, each time it happens, I have an infinite moment of sadness as I watch the gossamer strands of my ideas float away from my grasping fingertips, mostly gone forever.
Now I'm gonna go talk to that girl. She obviously has things to discuss that are important to her. Thanks for letting me vent.
