I was reading something from Cyranny, about the notion of overthinking, and it occurred to me that there might, after all, be something positive about the onset of senility ….. in that overthinking is no longer an option. On the one hand, there really isn’t time for it anymore, but even if there was, the brain capacity simply isn’t up to the job. Any thinking at all (let alone overthinking) becomes a painful waste of time producing essentially unintelligible results.
So anyway, because she is a sort of friend of mine, I wrote something in response very quickly (unthinkingly in other words). She was, as ever, polite in response, but she wasn’t immediately on the phone saying, “Hell, yeah! Why not? Life is short! Come on over!”
She must be overthinking it all.
But here is what I said to her ….. I think an appropriate title might be….
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Thoughless
Come on little darling Please don’t overthink Just get in something comfy While I pour another drink Don’t overplay emotions Let’s not both pretend That love is more than fleeting Or that this night will never end Let’s not overstate our feelings Let’s not overplay our hand Let’s just deal with something simple That we both can understand So never mind the change of clothes Come as you are, instead I’ll turn down the music While you turn down the bed.
I was hoping to have something to say, today. Not for any particular reason. I just thought that today might be such a day. But no, I was wrong. But I can talk about nothing instead, albeit briefly.
I was reading a post from Kate and hearing of her new projects (and good on her! I can’t even finish the old projects) but much of her post got me thinking about ‘self’ and of how obsessed we have become with the whole idea. Everything seems to be so much about self-improvement, self-awareness, self-love, self-development, self-satisfaction, self-esteem, and self-everything else I wonder if so much intimate self-discovery may be leading to a bit of spiritual masturbation.
Whilst I acknowledge the importance of looking inward and recognising the significance of the ‘self’ I think it probably more beneficial to gaze outwardly and recognise one’s utter insignificance.
Because no matter how you feel about these things …. and no matter how good or bad they feel to you ….they don’t really mean anything in the big picture. Because there is no big picture. So you can relax. None of it amounts to anything in the end. And as depressing as that idea may sound at first glance, it can actually be quite liberating.
Anyway, I was planning to write something deep and meaningful about our relationship with the cosmos and the absurdity of life. But that would have been just a wank, too. And whilst there is absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation, it’s not really something to do in public.
So I wrote a silly poem instead, to prove to you how unashamedly vacuous I really am.
I have become quite forgetful. I posted something the other day only to be reminded that I had already posted it, and not that long ago. I’m sorry to be so boring. And repetitious. One way or another I keep saying the same thing over and over again.
But the fact is that I’m going to repeat myself again. Just to put something on paper. Just to put runs on the board (to use a term which may not mean much to many of you).
Originally this was written as a quick response to Kate, here, and maybe doesn’t really mean all that much ….
What really does mean that much, in the end?
But listen …. I have spent much of my life looking out over the ocean, though I have always felt that it was the ocean, like an older more responsible sister, that was always watching over me.
More NYC Midnight writing failures. While I’m in the mood.
Here’s one that really did fail. It was for the ‘rhyming story’ competition and this was the penultimate round. The first 4 in each heat progressed to the final. I did not place in the first 4. They awarded me an ‘honourable mention’. I don’t even know what that really means. It’s a bit like a ‘good attendance’ award at the end of school.
Anyway. It had to be a romantic comedy featuring caffeine.
Richmond Road 