Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I stand, figuratively, before you properly chastised and thusly abashed. I read another Sparker’s blog recently in which “reasons” for others NOT blogging were laid waste. This is a shame, because I’ve clung to many of them myself…and now they’re dust.
I have never written such things. Not where anyone else might happen across them, that is. I have no idea what I’m doing here or what “correct procedure” might entail for blogging. I’m not convinced it will be something I will delve into with any regularity. On the other hand, as any of you who know me through the forums can attest, I have a penchant for running off at the mouth. This may be the inception of the creation of a monster. You are forewarned.
One thing I believe makes for good communication is continuity. If there’s no thread to follow, I get lost and lose interest. I want to know what I can expect of the speaker (or author). Some little nuance or hue of previous conversation should find its way into future instances.
Unfortunately, I am not a linear thinker. This gives great grief and frustration to my DH, who needs structure and becomes visibly (and usually audibly) distressed when my thoughts run their typical course, which means erratic, tangential, and very frequently incorporate completely disconnected concepts into some new one (which makes perfect sense to me). Conversations at table in my childhood home were more often based upon speculation, imagination, learning, and application of generalities to subjects originally not intended. Dinner conversation in his home were focused on current events, politics, economics, commentary from TV shows (I don’t mean sitcoms), and tidbits of occurrences related from other parts of the family. This is what he expects of conversation. For my part, I would have gone face-first into my plate relatively quickly. Another aspect which differed greatly in our respective family-meal experiences is that in *my* home, it was an open exchange of ideas. Difference and alternate applications of concepts were encouraged, if not demanded. In his home, their roundtables were debates in which there was always a “winner,” and all others “lost” the conversation. He still communicates in much the same way, although it’s toned down now, 40+ years after the fact.
My object in this, getting back to it circuitously, is that anything I may scribe here is likely to follow the same non-linear path. Some days I’m full of technical information I’ve discovered on internet searches or in printed media. Other days, I’m enrobed in whatever entertainment reading I’m doing. I frequently will experience some small everyday miracle and it fills me for the whole day. Very small things that make a large impact upon me. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by peevishness, such as how our language is crumbling away and being replaced by something I don’t even recognize as language. Then there’s days when I wake up with some fantasy already percolating in my brain (where do those come from?) and it won’t let me go. And then I have days, due to health issues, that I just whine. Most days, I’m just “full of” SOMEthing or other. Sometimes good, sometimes not good, sometimes blindingly boring or incomprehensible to others. I wish I could say you can depend on a certain amount of “something” here… but I suspect I’d be lying through my teeth (and to myself) to suggest such a thing. I wish, but I won’t say it.
I don’t know and won’t offer any prediction of when I might do this again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never. Maybe a couple times a day! Maybe at irregular intervals. For the moment, at least, I feel I’ve redeemed myself by having done anything at all.