I tell ya, my mind is a tempest. It just never stops, never slows down, and seems to practically work independently at times, always grinding away at and killing all of life's mysteries as best it can.
I have absolutely no idea what it's like to think about nothing. Haven't even the smallest clue what that might be like. My brain just absorbs everything around me, dissects it all, analyzes it, digests it, and constantly takes all the fragmented pieces of daily life and constructs them into...whatever the hell my mind is building in there. My reality and surreality, I suppose--but that goes for anyone.
And I'm not saying any of this as if I'm different or "special" in any kind of way from other people. God knows theres plenty others out there with minds just as restless as mine or more so. None of that is the point.
It's just a core aspect of myself that, in many ways, sets the tone for the rest of my personality. A lot of my quirks, attitudes, opinions, humor, tastes, etc...everything is pretty much defined by not just how you percieve your world, but how accutely/critically/etc you percieve it. That's pretty obvious I guess, but when you consider all the variables and inconsistencies between individuals and...
Well, if you ever see me and I look horribly melancholy...no worries. I just have a lot on my mind
Oddly, the only times I've ever felt some level of calmness-- some actual peace of mind--have either been when it's raining, or moments with past girlfriends when it's just the two of us snuggling and being close.
Heh, I know, I know, but it's true. There's just something about a person stroking your hair with your head in their lap that soothes the beast...so to speak.
It's too bad that once it's awake agin, it's primed and ready to analyze everything to death as usual. And I do mean death...after all, nothing is alive after you dissect it to figure out how it works.
I dunno how to end this rant--because it doesn't really end--so I guess
-Ronin
...Jesus, whenever I start writing a story my mind goes into overdrive (
) and I start to really realize just how restless my mind is in everyday life (ya know, cuz theres all of a sudden a variable to compare it to). According to Novak's Law, it's all pretty ridiculous 
I have absolutely no idea what it's like to think about nothing. Haven't even the smallest clue what that might be like. My brain just absorbs everything around me, dissects it all, analyzes it, digests it, and constantly takes all the fragmented pieces of daily life and constructs them into...whatever the hell my mind is building in there. My reality and surreality, I suppose--but that goes for anyone.
And I'm not saying any of this as if I'm different or "special" in any kind of way from other people. God knows theres plenty others out there with minds just as restless as mine or more so. None of that is the point.
It's just a core aspect of myself that, in many ways, sets the tone for the rest of my personality. A lot of my quirks, attitudes, opinions, humor, tastes, etc...everything is pretty much defined by not just how you percieve your world, but how accutely/critically/etc you percieve it. That's pretty obvious I guess, but when you consider all the variables and inconsistencies between individuals and...
Well, if you ever see me and I look horribly melancholy...no worries. I just have a lot on my mind
Oddly, the only times I've ever felt some level of calmness-- some actual peace of mind--have either been when it's raining, or moments with past girlfriends when it's just the two of us snuggling and being close.
Heh, I know, I know, but it's true. There's just something about a person stroking your hair with your head in their lap that soothes the beast...so to speak.
It's too bad that once it's awake agin, it's primed and ready to analyze everything to death as usual. And I do mean death...after all, nothing is alive after you dissect it to figure out how it works.
I dunno how to end this rant--because it doesn't really end--so I guess
-Ronin
...Jesus, whenever I start writing a story my mind goes into overdrive (
) and I start to really realize just how restless my mind is in everyday life (ya know, cuz theres all of a sudden a variable to compare it to). According to Novak's Law, it's all pretty ridiculous