Mind.

“The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma” – Patrick Star

In a way, I resonate with my good friend Patrick Star.

My train of thought never stops. There are no stations, no crossings or anything. Once you’re on, you can’t hop off and worst of all: You’ve tapped on your Myki and there’s no sign of you being able to tap it off again.

My mind runs at a million miles an hour – nonstop 24/7. Most of the time, I have absolutely to idea what’s happening up there. Everything’s a blur: My memories, my tangible thoughts etc etc.

But sometimes, I’m able to decipher what’s actually being thought up there (and you lucky folks get to read what I decipher! Aren’t you just the best?) but I don’t really like what I’m seeing. Chances are it’s either depressing, cynical or confronting.

If you left me alone in a room with nothing but my thoughts for 24 hours, I think by the end I’d be a much calmer and more rational person, because I’ll have finally caught up with everything my head is trying to say.

This reasoning is more or less why I tend to take 30 minute showers.

Yes, I know I’m killing the planet and all, but I take any opportunity for some time alone with my head.

Showers are just amazing. They offer a sense of privacy and pure isolation no other place in the house can replicate.

And before you begin to mention the fact that I actually have a room entirely to myself, my bedroom, I’m afraid that’s just not true.

See, with a bedroom comes endless beckoning distractions. Your phone, your laptop, sleep, books, people walking in and trying to talk, music, etc. I mean, how on earth are you supposed to concentrate on nothing but your thoughts when there’s so many endearing distractions?

With the shower ordeal, it’s just you, your thoughts and the water.

Total isolation from the world.

No distractions.