I had one thousand blog ideas to write today. (Ok that’s a slight exaggeration). And then I spent the weekend making an Olaf Piñata and I’m fairly certain that all my ideas disintegrated in much the same fashion as he did.
Which is a very random metaphor, and really just a way of me going looking at my piñata!
I really did have lots of ideas but the only one I could remember was the most random one of all.
It started last Tuesday, when Kristen from Sustainable Suburbia made a comment about blogging being intimate yet distant at the same time, and I thought how right she is.
Think about it, how many times have you met a blogger, or seen a full length pic of them and thought, ‘you don’t look like that!” When I suppose, they actually do.
Or you speak to them and they sound a lot different than you thought. Either in voice or intonation. Some bloggers also come across completely different in the flesh. They are quieter than you think. Or louder than you think. Or strangely enough, more inclined to hug you than you would think….
The fact of the matter is we are all actual people behind the screen, and who we are is not entirely obvious from our blogs.
Take our words for example. When I write a blog, generally speaking, I write it, then leave it for a few hours, and then come back and edit it. As much as possible I try to make sure there is a flow, and
no not too much rambling, and that I don’t use the same words too closely to each other. A finished blog post is a polished (ha!) version of my thoughts, carefully put together in a reasonably coherent form.
In person, I rarely make that much sense.
In fact I’m just as likely to start a sentence and not finish it, (because I have jumped somewhere else in my head), as I am to actually end a thought. It’s entirely possible that one moment we can be talking about camping, and in the next breath I will be telling you that Bridie asked me if I was turning into a man because I had neglected to shave my arm pits. Both are related in my head, but the process of getting from one to the other is not dissimilar to one of those word ladder puzzles.
Although in that case you probably have a better shot of working it out.
Basically, having a conversation with me can often be like having a conversation with a small child. You wonder if there is actually going to be a point. Or an end. Either is welcome. 🙂
And that’s just the way I speak.
Thinking is a whole other thing.
So many times, I can go from thinking the mundane, to changing the world in a matter of seconds. I’m sure the multitasking centre of my girly brain controls my thinking too (multi-thinking?), because my goodness, I can make a lot of leaps.
So then I thought, when I’m actually thinking, (as opposed to planning a blog post in my head,) how do my thoughts actually work? How does Jess really tick, when she is not polishing her ideas, or finding the perfect word?
Well, see for yourself.
This mind-ladder brought to you courtesy of a warm bath on a cold night.
I’m so glad Australia only has a mild winter. It doesn’t really get that cold here.
I mean that time in the Winter Olympics this year (was it this year), they were having all those warm days and it was the same temperature as our cold days.
Did people watching even wear t-shirts?
Australia could never have a winter olympics. I don’t think we get cold enough. Or enough snow. And we probably don’t have enough space. I think Thredbo is small. And the other places that get snow.
I wonder if any countries in the southern hemisphere could host a winter Olympic games? Maybe New Zealand?
I guess that would change what month they held it in then, because of the seasons being all wonky.
Does the month of the actual Olympics change a lot?
Do they do that in summer?
No that would be too hot.
Australia could host an actual Olympics…
Oh that’s right we did! Sydney! What month was that in….?
Oh September that’s right because the opening ceremony was the day of Kas’ birthday. I remember now.
If we hadn’t had the Sydney Olympics, Princess Mary would never have met Prince Frederik.
Ha. There were all these people having these life changing moments that they expected, and then in some random bar an Aussie chick was taking the first steps to becoming royalty.
It’s amazing how one event can really change a whole bunch of things.
I wonder how many other people had their lives changed at that Olympic games, in ways they never expected….
And on I went. Thinking about Pippa Middleton suddenly getting to sit in the royal box at Wimbledon with Prince Frederik and Princess Mary, and how her whole life has changed, and on and on.
20 seconds of thinking is all it took.
20 seconds to go from weather to deep thoughts of ‘one moment can change a lifetime.’
Impressive even for me.
Now if only I could solve the world’s problems as quickly as I think.
Or even just talk a little better.
So tell me, how does your mind work?
Anyone else want to blog the random thoughts that pop into their heads on a daily basis?
How would your mind ladder look?