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There are several memes, link ups, I've seen that are known as Stream of Consciousness posts. Bloggers write up and link their posts detailing the clear, cool, running waters of thoughts that flow through their psyche. Like a sweet tumbling spring breaking through its winter frost.
Not me--I have no ebb and stream of fluid thought. My mind is more like karate chops at things that invade my senses. Too hot! Ooooh, too cold. Ouch, hard chair. Hmmm, this sweater is itchy--wonder if it's wool.
That's what my *stream* of consciousness would read like. Obviously, this kept me far and away from joining in on any SOC's of the week.
But hey-wait.a.minute? What if I'm not the only one whose inner monologue is a staccato replica of Tony Blair's speech: halting, sputtering, spilling, pulling back in again?
SOC versus LIM, aka loose inner monologue: thoughts that are chopped up in bits, nothing joined, nothing flowing about it.
I'm making a place for my type of mental ramblings, Loose Inner Monologues, right here, on Friday nights: like a colonic for the brain. Move out the old log of thoughts before my brain gets dammed up like beavers' work.
My first LIM on this blog: (because other than drilling a hole in your skull, how you gonna declutter?)
I hope it's nice out tomorrow.
I don't know why I think if it's nice tomorrow I'll do some work outside--I should know by now I'll just do everything but work tomorrow. But the bathrooms need to be cleaned so bad. I think I'll have to do those. I'm embarrassing myself with the dirt. Poor husband, the mirror looks like it's polka dots.
I can't believe I forgot to get apple juice at the store again. It's the reason I went. I spent 107 dollars and had one thing on my list and came home with 12 cans of Pringles instead.
Man my feet are tired. And my neck. I wish I could go for a massage.
No, I don't. I don't know why I said that. Massages freak me out--no matter who it is, it always feels like I'm going to wake up black and blue. People need to learn light touch massage. But it has to feel like a massage still--not like they're standing behind you in line, tapping you with their fingers.
Whoa, talk about tapping someone in line. What the heck? Did I jump ten feet in the air or what when that clerk tapped me to change lines at the grocery store today.
That jumpiness right there is why I can't do yoga, they make you close your eyes, get relaxed, you're almost asleep--them BOOM the instructor's voice is suddenly hot in your ear telling you to bring your spine down. Talk about teaching you to keep your guard up. Sheesh.
I have to go to bed. I'm going to go to bed. Take my friend the jelly donuts I bought 18 of today to her in the morning. I think I bought so many because I was acting out over Hostess being gone. I'm so sad about that.
I love Twinkies. I used to think they were little loaves of bread and would slice them up to make doll sandwiches. Everyone has a Hostess story--with Suzy-Q's, or Ding Dongs, or Zingers, or powdered donettes. We all have our Hostess story. Now we'll have to buy Little Debbie, the poor man's Hostess.
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Have a mind that's more choppy than streamy? I invite you to write up your own Loose Inner Monologue post. Leave your link here. Admit it--just the mention of a brain dump and your thoughts are all jamming the aisle, like the last chopper out of Vietnam.
"One at a time, thoughts, one at a time ..."
Good job on the LIM! Colonic for the brain... I could use that, mine stays constipated and it hurts to strain.
ReplyDeleteDing Dongs, good Lord, I used to eat those almost every day when I worked. Ding Dongs and chocolate milk. Then eventually Ding Dongs and coffee. Loved it. I don't think I've had any since the kids left home.
Did you buy your local stores out? As soon as I saw it on twitter I left and hit 4 stores: now stocked up on raspberry zingers and mini donettes.
DeleteBut the twinkies? ALL GONE.
sad face,
I like your inner monologue. :)
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Deletei may need to go protest a bit myself...jelly donuts sound good....mmm....haha, why you so jumpy? sometimes you just need to get it out...this i know...
ReplyDeleteAwww… That feels better, now doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteNo, really, thanks for the look inside your brain. I love the idea of a loose inner monologue.
I occasionally do a random post that is basically just a set of loosely associated thoughts. But they come of their own accord - I find I can't do them on demand.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sitting here reading your post avoiding the very same chore - I need to clean the bathrooms and I don't want to. But I have company coming over tonight so I HAVE to. I'd much rather be getting a massage - which don't freak me out at all. But I tell them very plainly that I like a light, soothing massage.
Well, sounds as though your brain drill sergeants you. Mine does, too. Always with the "why did you...you should...why didn't you...?" With snacks.
ReplyDeleteI think I'm the only American who has always hated Hostess products. Never found in their catalog of goods my cakey muse, I guess.
Not even the Suzy-Q's? Where you push down the chocolate cake halves and the whipped frosting squeezes out the sides and you lick around it? Not even that???
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Love it! And I really loved your chopping the Twinkie loaf up and referring to Little Debbie's as the poor man's Hostess. You must try this again soon.
ReplyDeleteI just said what we're all thinking.
DeleteCan't wait to hear you on the radio!!!!!!!! Congrats!
"...like the last chopper out of Viet Nam..." hahaha - that's great! oh my god...this is how my mind works. Just constantly going from thing to thing...and on the subject of Hostess...I didn't think it would affect us much until you mentioned the donettes. My little guy is going to freak. He hits the donettes hard. Me? My story is that I always thought the King Dons were King Dongs. I still don't know who Don is.
ReplyDeleteHow are you doing, lovely? I enjoyed our time together so much, look forward to seeing you again.
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This is so funny.
ReplyDeleteI sound just like this too.
Love this!!
ReplyDeleteI'm the opposite. I feel like all of my text heavy posts are streams of thoughts. I do a fair amount of going back and editing though so I suppose it's a mixture.
Dear lord save the Twinkies.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had one in years but of course...I crave them now. Reminds me of the movie zombie land...you haven't seen it? Go. Now. Watch. It's ridiculous but it makes me laugh.
The twinkies? They iz all kinds of gone, mama.
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i think i'm more of a choppy thinker too. i was excited to introduce my kids to twinkies when we went camping a few years ago. they did not enjoy them. our guilty pleasure is little debbie swiss cake rolls.
ReplyDeleteLittle Debbie.
DeleteI just can't ever go back there ... I had to have Little Debbie growing up instead of the more expensive Hostess, cuz of the value pack packaging, and I just can't go back there.
That little girl with the rosy cheeks has become my trigger.
I didn't have a hostess moment. We weren't allowed to eat those - I think my parents thought they were too expensive for something so void of nutrition.
ReplyDeleteMy brain is like yours but you express it better. :-)
Is it? That makes me feel better.
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