Janice M Cali
Sanity
The Sane Brain?
I was trying to think up something to write about today when into my brain popped the saying, "Sanity never dies it just hides away." Now that is a weird thing to have pop into one's brain at any time but today especially since today I'm in a great mood, have visited my parents, who are elderly and frequently not in good health, but they were doing great today too; dogs are in good shape today, even if Zeus, the greyhound does have a small case of gas (small, yeah, right).
OK, here I go again, stream of consciousness. I do that a lot, a friend, Jerry, says it's my super power, my stream of consciousness is really a river that never runs dry, even if sometime I do stop talking. Oh, talking, around people I'm comfortable with and know well, I can talk a mile a minute, non-stop forever, or so it seems. What I say, who knows, usually it is what is in my brain, pops into it at that time, and is about things that I'm interested in, curious about, or planning to do, even if it is in the future. I'm good at that, talking, planning, dreaming, and being curious. Oh, and writing a stream of consciousness. How's that for sane or maybe not so much.
Rantings, humm, I don't feel like ranting today, I don't feel like writing about the old house I like but will not be buying. Its too much trouble, I'm not in good enough health to fix it up myself, and besides it's too small, I'd need a second house for my studio and my greyhound stuff business. To which I have to update the web site, really, really soon. See stream, no river, of consciousness.
Anyone else out there talk or write their stream of consciousness? I'm curious how many of us there are out there.
Oh, and when I'm slightly hyper, or more than slightly, I go from subject to subject all in one breath, I have great breath control, even though sometimes I have to stop and take a deep breath, just so I can get some air into my system before I pass out (and sometimes when I'm writing like this really, really, really fast I hold my breath, as though I were talking instead of writing, strange, I just noticed that. <gasping for breath>. Breathing is very important don't you think?
Did I mention that I can type up to 80 words a minute when I'm being creative, or hyper or whatever I'm being? Yup I can, can you imagine trying to keep up with my thought processes with a pen on paper? Gods did I have a hellish time in school before the advent of the computer when they wanted me to write. Whole sentences were skipped, or the thought changed in mid-sentence because my brain was so far ahead of my hand. It still happens but I try to remember to proof read for those slight problems, sometimes I miss 'em because I know what is supposed to go in a sentence and if it's missing my brain substitutes the words that aren't there and I don't catch the mistake.
Whoops, there I go again, off subject, whatever it was, and into that river again. Wow, hyper can be weird, don't you think?
Rantings of the unsane, now you might know why I named it that, I may not rant all the time, nor do I rave, although I frequently want to, all the time, but I do have disconnected moments, and sometimes I like to write when I'm in one, like now. Right, you might not find it all that interesting but I'll bet that most of you who read this are still reading to see what the hell I'm going to say next.
Can you imagine spending time in a car with me, when I don't have my computer to write on, or anything else to do, like someone else is driving and all I can do is verbalize my river of consciousness? Scary isn't it.
Poor Jerry, and my sister Carol, both get to endure this more than you might think is healthy for their sanity, but they are both relatively sane, so I haven't done them any harm, so far. I'm pretty sure unsanity isn't contagious, I'll check with my doctor next time I see him. Or maybe my friend Betsy, the nurse will know (bet you didn't think I'd ever use your name, if that is your name?!). Although I do think that sometimes she is showing slight signs of unsanity herself.
Do I have any more to write right now? Not sure. Oh, yeah, I do, it's brief, probably, can't be sure of that. But I'll tell you anyway.
Last night Jerry, dear old Jerry, I may have to get even with him for this one, any way, last night he talked me into writing on google's new KNOL thing. Knol, singular for Knowledge, a unit of Knowledge. So last night I wrote on Knol, a knol. It was about Alliterations, and of course included one, as an example. Want to read it? It doesn't go from one subject to another, it doesn't come unglued in any place that I could find, like this frequently does, but sticks to the subject. If you want to read it, go to http://www.knol.google.com/ I Ithink, and type in alliterations. Mine is the very first one to come up.
Now I think I'm done for the nonce, but am not sure... I think my fingers need a rest, I'm thirsty and my tea is gone, so I'm going to post this, you poor things you, and see what happens. Maybe I'll write this way again. How fun for me, you too?
Potter in a Harry
I and Me
Just Writing
Wise choice. Although I am thinking of taking up crochet or knitting to help kill the time when not driving. I used to draw or design jewelry when in the car but for some reason stopped. Maybe I should start again. Who knows?
Thanks for checking in.. Janice