Everything starts as somebody’s daydream.
– Larry Niven
So a few days back, I was lying awake in bed, thinking about my next post, when my mind began to wander. It does that a lot. I’ve always been a daydreamer. I wonder about many things, and I am curious by nature. Not all of my daydreams are flights of fancy, however; I also think about things that frighten or bother me.
What do I think about? I think about what it would be like to be male. Deaf. Bald. I think about what it would be like to fly. I think about talents I’d like to have (sculpting is at the top of the list), activities I’d like to do (scuba, hang gliding), and places I’d like to go (Australia, Greece).
I think about patterns and numbers and words. I played word games with myself long before I ever played them with my children. In my head, I list surnames that derived from occupations (Taylor, Carver, Smith, Mason, Wright) and words that are fun to say (syzygy, parallelogram, lugubrious).
I also think about getting older and my body changing while my mind seems to stay the same. I picture myself driving next to a logging truck and being crushed by a falling log. Or being flattened in a parking garage. Freak accidents — I think about those a lot.
I think about shoes. Fish. Volcanoes. Music. Roses. Amnesia. Bad habits. Burnt matches. Getting lost. Finding treasure. Convertibles.
Does anybody really care what i think about? Likely not. But when you’re alone with just your thoughts to keep you company — are you like me? Does your mind wander aimlessly as mine does, or do you think about what to make for dinner, list the chores you have left to do, or remind yourself to call your mom?
My thoughts are non-productive. Sure, there are times when I actually have to think about something I have to do, and sometimes I’m solving problems in my head. But I rather enjoy what comes to mind when it doesn’t really matter.
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