The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time…
Friedrich Nietzsche
There a lots of reasons why I started actually writing things down again. One of the isn’ts, was a fear I’d run out of thoughts should I ever to feel the need to just write; granted, I’ve kicked myself from time to time for being so complacent, but when not-actually writing things down is the healthy alternative, you must be philosophical about it; what comes with ease, likewise goes–– and with any luck will do again. I think anyone who’ve ever wanted to go through the motions of transcribing their brains, will agree that it helps to have something in it: a maraca therefore, is preferable to a balloon.
Minds however, regardless of their content will go completely blank from time to time, sometimes in mid-sentence. It can almost feel as though the meadow through which you were just strolling was replaced suddenly by a large carpetless floor with no sky. Sometimes, just sometimes, like all good things and boomerangs, women or elephants; it’ll come back…
It’s realisations like Dorothy Parker’s in The Ballade of Unfortunate Mammals, that makes me smile. I grin only, because it helps me find my place; so at least, when the push comes to shove me to one side and ask me who I think I am, at least I can declare with some certainty, that I am neither woman nor elephant…
I mention this only because it’s more interesting then what inspired the imbecility that followed–– it must be, because for the life of me I can’t imagine whatever possessed me beyond my compulsion to read signs, packaging or anything with writing on for that matter, regardless of what I’m doing–– add to that, a day two bitching %#@&$ing cold.
It was in-part at least, inspired by something I’d read concerning air-fresheners some time back and part, an absurd idea to check out what I reckoned to be an unnecessarily outrageous claim on the back of the packet: one squirt apparently, could keep a bathroom smelling ‘pretty’–– whatever that means–– for thirty minutes.
So upon the utterance of a dismissive twaddle under my breath and in mid-stream, I decided to depress the dispenser not once but thrice–– and it wasn’t long before I was doing my best to recoil from the spot and think of something other than asphyxiation, toxic acidosis or any of a hundred unpronounceably aggressive lung diseases in their most virulent form from overcoming me… and making a mess; right there and then: in mid-stream.
I think it’s moments like these that compel the weak to overcome insurmountable obstacles, like lift buses single-handedly, charge a fortified enemy with nothing but a battle-cry, or survive an asphyxiating atmosphere for thirty seconds longer than need be. I could even be in contravention of the 1899 Hague Declaration Concerning Asphyxiating Gases. It’s not everyday you can say you answered the call of nature and ended up committing a crime against it! Is it?
Besides, If I die young I want it t be something heroic involving thin-ice or a runaway train and not because I became over-come by a raspberry smelling wonder-mist in a toilet. It was a very near thing for sure and must have had something to do with the brain-leak, it’s just gotta…
Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again—
L. Frank Baum
Easier said than done Mr Wizard…
Just a Little Background Noise 2.0 
I always read the cereal box. 🙂
It’s a dangerous habit! 😀
Especially when you have plenty of milk!
Hahaha – especially when there’s milk involved. It’s a two hand job at the best of times. I like holding the bowl as close to my mouth as is practical – incase of an unexpected snort or whatever :p
Ha ! Raspberry wonder mist, oh I feel better after being confounded by your nicely written, but incredibly sophisticated words lols. Top 5 ways to die
Ha! Many thanks the Duck – I remember once compiling a list of all the main characters in British soaps and devising ways they should meet their maker – carbolic milkshakes, expanding foam in the throat – all sorts. I don’t like to talk about it though :p
LOL what imagination, and use of time
Well I did cheat and target whole broods with thallium: the symptoms alone filled me with joy… a grizlier bunch you’d find no where!
multi-tasker
What can I say, words are shiny, like little lights – you should see me do three things at once – it’s ridiculous. I think it’s why I have so many accidents.