Thought & Found
It happens to me daily. Or did I mean hourly?
Hmm.
I can’t seem to keep a single…..dang! There are those jeans. Been looking everywhere.
Ya know it’s funny….when Finding Nemo first came out, six different people (who don’t know each other by the way) told me immediately that I reminded them of….what’s her name again?
Blue fish….Ellen’s character (you know Ellen is my hero, right?)….she had that problem with…
DORY! That’s it.
Yeah, Dory.
Anyway I was totally flattered because…HELLO…it’s ELLEN’S CHARACTER..and also because….there was another reason. Really. It’ll come to me (or not!)
I feel it necessary to interject, here, that I promise you although I *am* trying to illustrate a point, from the time I began typing that sentence, til the time I got to the second reason, I plumb forgot what I was going to say. True story.
The point I’m trying to make, here, gentle readers, is this: I understand that we are all operating under ‘auxiliary power’ as it were…using only a fraction of our brain’s true capacity but man…can’t we enlist some of the other parts? We have so very many things that kill brain cells…can we not have a few that create synapses for those stray thoughts that disappear, never to return?
Where do they go?
Where do they go?
(And by that I mean, of course…where do they goooooooo?)
Because I’m me, I have visions of some all-encompassing Thought & Found. A sort of limbic limbo (saaaay…is there a connection there?) for misplaced musings. I mean they leave…surely they must end up somewhere. They come from brain activity and brain activity is energy and energy can neither be created nor…hang on…I know there’s more….
You know when, like, you fiiiiirst wake up in the morning, and you can remember every single detail of that crazy dream you were just having….whoa….wonder where all *that* came from…?….until you hit the bathroom and then POOF. It’s like you had no dream at all. Can’t even recall what it was about, suddenly.
I feel like that ALL THE TIME.
Good grief. I had enough problems before I got hit with pregnancy brain (twice) and now the chronic sleep-deprivation brain on top of it?
Pffft. It’s like…..hmm..ya know….one of those things with the wheels….that go around that turny thing….(hint: don’t try to guess I have NO idea what I mean but it sounded fancy.)
Also I am completely clueless (yes, I *could* end this sentence right here…hush) as to what occurs when you have that thought….that you have juuuuuust teasing the edge of your brain….waiting to be recollected…..and you get those moments of OMG I GOT IT I GOT IT!..no wait…..DAMMIT!
Those thoughts.
Where, oh where do they go?
Are they floating around above our heads like cartoon bubbles, or do they dissipate into the ether, mocking us in their particulate form?
Don’t get me wrong…I don’t want all or even most of them back. Can you imagine? Got too much crap on the ol’ hard drive as it is.
Apparently.
Wait, what?
October 30th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
OH you know me and you KNOW I KNOW what you mean. Sadly. Case in point? I totally started reading this very blog this morning and had it open as one of the 19823749018273490832 tabs that are open in my browser, and then something of course (as always) got me sidetracked, don’t ask what cause it could have been the tv, or Monkey, or the dogs or the phone, or I could have nodded off for all I know… but I just now noticed that there was this little tab hanging out in my browser with your name on it and thought… hey, whats that thing doing there so i click on it and honest to god i was like 2 paragraphs in before i even realized, HEY! i read this earlier… partly anyway… so yah… i think i am going to start a brainless mommy club, like with weekly meetings and cocktails and everyone can bring a dish… you know? of course we will most likely forget that we have a weekly meeting and if we do remember to show up we will forget that it was our turn to bring the pigs in a blanket or cheese and crackers and then the host (ME) will surely forget that i was supposed to SAVE that bottle of wine because HELLO there is a weekly meeting but i drank it cause i was trying to fall asleep when hello i really needed the sleep more than a… wait.. why was i saving it?
October 30th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
LMAO. Best. Comment. Evahhhhh!!
Aaaats why I loves ya, baby. Well…there are many MANY reasons of course…that, and..ya know…all those other reasons I tell ya all the time *light cough*
Did someone say something about wine?
xoxoxo 😀
November 2nd, 2009 at 7:19 pm
I say this with all due respect and affection, and just a pinch of humour, but I blame Twitter. It’s those tiny little thought-bites in endless succession that spoil our dinner for sustained thought.
Which, come to think of it, your full length post on that subject puts the lie to, so never mind…
Also: we do NOT “just use a tiny fraction of our brain”, that’s rubbish. We use the whole brain. Fortunately it’s got a lot of built in redundancy, because when you lose brain cells, they’re gone forever… trust me on that one B-)…
November 2nd, 2009 at 7:40 pm
After reading this I realize it’s time your memory was refreshed on a number of important points.
1) Those aren’t your kids. As if that wasn’t bad enough…
3) You aren’t even a woman. And finally…
2) I am your father, Luke.
November 2nd, 2009 at 7:53 pm
RG– LOL thanks….I guess. No wait….huh? We can have the chicken-and-egg discussion all night but I maintain my short attention span drew me to Twitter, wasn’t caused by it 😛 Not to say that it helps….WTF is “Goodnight” a trending topic for…? Anyway, what was I saying? 😉
JD– holy crap!! All is becoming so clear…….thanks for reading! 🙂 Hope all is well
November 3rd, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Little ones have a way of making memory retention impossible. The good news is that it improves as they get older – the downside is that it goes again as you get older. Life is such a kick.
November 3rd, 2009 at 2:42 pm
Oh, and I don’t want to even think about where all my lost thoughts go… I have enough trouble with the ones that are still here.
November 3rd, 2009 at 7:17 pm
Who ARE you?
Do I know an AnnE? 😉
Only one I recall is one of my all-around favorite people and we don’t connect nearly as much as I’d like. In fact recently she wrote me about the sweetest email ever and then POOF life got in th……
Saaayyyyyy is that YOU? 😀
November 4th, 2009 at 2:40 am
Mary, I think you may have missed the point:
The toilet bowl is in fact a collection point for stray thoughts – it’s the reflective vitreous china and concave shape that focusses the thoughts. That’s why the lid must in fact stay down, not just the seat – it keeps the thoughts in until you’re ready to upload.
As you pass through the portal (bathroom door) your stray thoughts and ephemera are stripped from you (usually by means of shock therapy – you didn’t think cold tiles/lino was an accident did you?) leaving you receptive to the collected thoughts (sometimes not even your own) that will be inserted rectally whilst you’re parked and, er, downloading.
This does of course mean that when you’re talking out your ass you are in fact closer to the source of the thoughts and thus speaking more accurately and, having finished on the bowl, more suc-sinked-ly, than you would if you weren’t talking out your ass. If, in response, to what you are saying some one advises you that you are “full of shit” – this may not be a bad thing.
It’s worth noting that, because of the requirements of the above processes, those people who have carpeted WCs or underfloor heating are in fact shielding themselves from bowl-sourced inspiration and are doomed to make money as someone else’s bitch for the rest of their lives.
Yes, I have put a lot of thought into this. It may even have something to do with something I’ve been writing 😉
November 6th, 2009 at 2:52 am
If you do nothing else in your legendary life, do start a Thought & Found. Be the finder of lost thoughts, be they in garrets or toilet bowls, you must recover them all for us, like that guy… on that show… you know…
November 6th, 2009 at 5:33 am
Alan…not a clue what you’re on about but it sure sounds fancy!
Mark…hmm yes, I see your point. I think. I hope. I mean, implying here that I can catch ONE thought, let alone an entire….anyone else feel like ice cream?
November 22nd, 2009 at 11:14 pm
Did you steal that writing style directly from my warped melon or what! Awesome!
November 23rd, 2009 at 1:52 am
Haha thanks Dan! And thanks for stopping by 🙂 Hang on…Dan *who*? 😉
November 27th, 2009 at 8:01 pm
Ever read a book, and get like 100 pages into it, and then say, “Wait a minute. I’ve read this before!”?
Me too.
December 11th, 2009 at 9:12 am
I was going to make a comment, but … what was your article about again?
Oh, yes … remembering things. Actually, sleep deprivation might have a lot to do with it. When we sleep, our brains consolidate and organize our memories. Without that step, the memories are still there but you can’t find them, just like I can’t find my cell phone even though I know it’s somewhere here in my room. I just hope someone calls me soon so I can hear where it is …
What were we talking about? Oh, hello. My name is (looks at name tag) Rinth. What’s yours? 🙂