Yes, so it seems. The titles for posts of this blog are going to be as creative as this one. I can’t think of better ones when I’m opinionated. So it is basically the opinion’s fault. The opinion, that is, the white noise in my head that has grown over the past few months. Yes, it is very recent. I was such a peaceful person just months ago. But then one day this jumble of words started gathering in my head and I found I was staring at a wall for almost hours thinking and thinking and thinking. It was such a revelation!! I could think a lot and I had no clue! Then I planned to revisit my thoughts immediately. Nothing!! Nothing at all! I couldn’t remember what I was thinking about for the past one hour! That is when I realized that some crazy phenomenon was introduced in my life just like that. I was normal clear headed one moment and the next moment I was in an unknown mental space where I was a great thinker who had amnesia.
Before this thing started becoming dictatorial and I lost all capacity to do my job, which ironically is thinking itself (but not even close to the topics that are taking most of my thinking time lately), I had to find a solution to my problem. My head was becoming inversely proportional to my eyes. No there is no philosophical intention here; I mean it like a simile. I am high myopic. So that makes me capable of being able to see two worlds - with and without my glasses. Since childhood I loved looking at stuff without my glasses and imagine scenarios through the blurry mish-mash that I could see. That world is much more flexible you know, so whenever I get tired of the clear view of the ‘real’ world, I have another option of switching to the blur view of my ‘real’ eyes. Similarly when I realized that a certain kind of thought process was blurring my intended thought process, I knew what my mind was doing! It was role-playing my eyes but in a diametrically opposite manner. My ‘real’ eyes blur the ‘real’ world, but here my ‘real’ mind was the clear view, the blurring was caused by the ‘real’ world. But the solution was the same - get a clearing device. I decided I have to do away with these thoughts so that I can attend to the ‘real’ ones as soon as possible. And what better solution than to share a thought with a virtual space.
Also it feels like a thought and a virtual space are meant to be together. Afterall they are made of the same intangible material- nothing. But then that’s my opinion.
So here is to share all my nothings through a nothing.
Before this thing started becoming dictatorial and I lost all capacity to do my job, which ironically is thinking itself (but not even close to the topics that are taking most of my thinking time lately), I had to find a solution to my problem. My head was becoming inversely proportional to my eyes. No there is no philosophical intention here; I mean it like a simile. I am high myopic. So that makes me capable of being able to see two worlds - with and without my glasses. Since childhood I loved looking at stuff without my glasses and imagine scenarios through the blurry mish-mash that I could see. That world is much more flexible you know, so whenever I get tired of the clear view of the ‘real’ world, I have another option of switching to the blur view of my ‘real’ eyes. Similarly when I realized that a certain kind of thought process was blurring my intended thought process, I knew what my mind was doing! It was role-playing my eyes but in a diametrically opposite manner. My ‘real’ eyes blur the ‘real’ world, but here my ‘real’ mind was the clear view, the blurring was caused by the ‘real’ world. But the solution was the same - get a clearing device. I decided I have to do away with these thoughts so that I can attend to the ‘real’ ones as soon as possible. And what better solution than to share a thought with a virtual space.
Also it feels like a thought and a virtual space are meant to be together. Afterall they are made of the same intangible material- nothing. But then that’s my opinion.
So here is to share all my nothings through a nothing.
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