My brain won’t stop talking. Or is it my mind? I think there’s a difference. It won’t be a leap of faith to say I know there’s a difference. At one point I was aware of what that difference was. In the points since that point, I have lost interest. I have also lost my train of thought and must focus on nothing for two seconds to remember.
Right. My mind/brain refuses to stop talking. I am physically exhausted. Mentally ready to go to sleep also. But there’s a voice having a conversation with itself as I try to sleep. It is my voice the way I want my voice to be. It has my tone, but the vocabulary is bereft of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’. The voice in my head is John Bercow’s, except I’ve never said ‘Ordahh’. The British House of Commons is the best reality show on tv. I am relieved to report Keeping Up with the Kardashians has been dethroned. Digression upon digression; I’m on a roll.
I’m typing at 2:39am, hoping I’ll lull myself into sleep. Ten words from now I’ll realise this exercise is only stimulating the darned organ.
For my avid readers, a diverse set consisting of me and a few iterations of me, I apologise. I meant for this blog to be a more or less daily affair. James, I believe, is engaged in worthier tasks; my mother also. So it is up to me. I will argue with myself. It’ll be a good old-fashioned argumentative essay. Five points for, and five against, and woe betide anyone who dare stray.
Before I forget about this little fruitless venture(again), I’ll give myself something to ponder right now.
Megxit. My mother loves Diana. She hates the Queen. She’s very invested and wants to hear about these things from me; even though she’s read every single article on the topic available on Instagram.
I shall attempt to perform mediocrely.
Right. My mind/brain refuses to stop talking. I am physically exhausted. Mentally ready to go to sleep also. But there’s a voice having a conversation with itself as I try to sleep. It is my voice the way I want my voice to be. It has my tone, but the vocabulary is bereft of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’. The voice in my head is John Bercow’s, except I’ve never said ‘Ordahh’. The British House of Commons is the best reality show on tv. I am relieved to report Keeping Up with the Kardashians has been dethroned. Digression upon digression; I’m on a roll.
I’m typing at 2:39am, hoping I’ll lull myself into sleep. Ten words from now I’ll realise this exercise is only stimulating the darned organ.
For my avid readers, a diverse set consisting of me and a few iterations of me, I apologise. I meant for this blog to be a more or less daily affair. James, I believe, is engaged in worthier tasks; my mother also. So it is up to me. I will argue with myself. It’ll be a good old-fashioned argumentative essay. Five points for, and five against, and woe betide anyone who dare stray.
Before I forget about this little fruitless venture(again), I’ll give myself something to ponder right now.
Megxit. My mother loves Diana. She hates the Queen. She’s very invested and wants to hear about these things from me; even though she’s read every single article on the topic available on Instagram.
I shall attempt to perform mediocrely.
Lily, my love. Apologies for the decade long silence on this. As you said, I was perhaps busy with what the world would call worthier tasks. God knows if they were.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, there was mention of a certain 'deep voice'-ed person at lunch yesterday and it brought back tangled memories from the time. I wonder where he is now. For some reason he always made me wonder about accents. I wish I could do a phD (PhD?) on accents some day. How they develop, why a certain deeply colonised chunk of our society transforms their Ts and Rs and what nots into either the almost silent Brit version or the annoying-to-the-ear American one. Why? This reminds me that deep voice once made fun of someone who did that. Or was it Ms. Z? Can't remember.
Also, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to reply to this, is it through comments, or? Let me know.
Uh oh. I almost forgot the purpose of this was to argue. Extending your debate on the mind and brain being two different things, I disagree. They're synonyms. They mean the same thing. That's what synonyms mean. Ugh. My head hurts. It doesn't physically hurt but it hurts because I'm confused on whether to make daal or just have egg for dinner. It's time to pause and decide. I'll see you later. Love, J
(I know we aren't supposed to sign off but I'll still do. x. )
YOU REPLIED! Let's address the procedural things first: I know I said I'd format this so you'd be able to make posts, I have since changed my mind. 1) Because if history is anything to go by, this little blog isn't gonna become a huge interaction point for us; 2) I don't actually know how these things work. I know a bit about computers. Haha and that is the extent of my humour on the topic. Until two weeks ago, I though mainframes were still the big breakthrough. I just can't seem to invest enough effort on computers and learning about them. A good example to insert here would be how easily I abandoned my STATA assignment to reply to this. STATA, dear James, is a computer programme designed for the very specific purpose of giving me cramps. In short, I can't make you admin.
DeleteI STILL MAINTAIN THE MIND AND THE BRAIN ARE DIFFERENT. One thing I've learnt about synonyms the hard way is that they CAN'T be used interchangeably as often as we'd like them to. Every word has a nuance to it. If each did not differ by the slightest degree, there'd be an unbearable air of redundancy around the language. For example, peppery is (apparently) a synonym for hot. I don't think there'd be very many instances where the two would represent the exact same thing. And so comes in my point about the brain vs the mind. They refer to the same organ, sure. But they differentiate when it comes to the thick of it.
On the subject of deep-voice, I am genuinely shocked at the universe. I mentioned him to the roommate just this morning! THIS IS SO WEIRD. I can't address this in the detail i want to, right now, because I really need to lug on with that assignment before I feel sleepy and lose yet another day. TOMORROW.
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