So.
This shall be the new bucket to catch my mind vomit.
I have run out of the instant mental gratification that is Post-it notes. I find that if i don't write down what i'm thinking very soon after i think it then it is quickly replaced by a new thought, sending the previous one spiraling down into an endless alice in wonderland like abyss, lost forever with no white rabbit to lead it through the wonderland of my mind and back to concious and present thought. So i had taken to carrying a pad of post-its i jacked from the Australian High Commission's office one day to prevent the loss of , for some reason the lately ever increasingly constant supply of, random thoughts, epiphanies, questions and sudden realizations that seem to flood my brain. Tangent after tangent. At night it becomes a traffic jam of thoughts, crashing into each other, seeing a small gap and trying to squeeze through at the same time as three other thoughts, only succeeding to further wedge itself in the mash up. Noone ends up moving, they all end up stuck there, beeping their horns and screaming crass remarks at each other and i slowly go insane, unable to concentrate on any one of them with all the noise and commotion, and therefore preventing the progression of traffic which would result in the freeing of the mindjam....a vicious cycle i need to break. For some reason writing them helps. I can't deal with the thoughts mentally at the time, particularly just before sleep as i'm fully aware that by morning those brilliant discoveries or burning questions needing to be answered will be down the rabbit hole, off to wonderland. But with a post-it note, i can turn on turn on the green light, yes i still get run over because my hand will never be able to keep up with my brain, try as i might, but i manage to catch a few of them and ticket them on a post it note, stick them on my wall and deal with them in the morning or at a later date when i'm not with people, doing work, other wise preoccupied..etc. However i have discovered a fatal flaw in my traffic jam solution - eventually you run out of post-it notes. Also, a good amount of the time you clean forget to carry them with you, let alone a pen. I do however, pretty much always have my laptop with me so i have decided to trust the internet with my mental sanity, give my future self a look at the utter bullshit past me wasted years obsessing over and, although i'm starting fairly late, archive my adventures and experiences in Bangladesh and across the world. I know how much and how deeply i have changed since moving here and i very much regret not having documented the journey as i think it would be really interesting to read the progression of thoughts and opinions that brought me into existance as todays version of Brodie. Better late than never. This is more for myself than for anyone else but i'd still love your opinions or to hear from kindred spirits who, reading my thoughts, feel as if they are reading their own. I love that feeling. Its so validating.
I'm not going to bother editing or trying to be eloquent as even though typing is faster than writing, i can still never keep up with the constant flow of thoughts, each one is a catalyst for another and id like to quote my brain word for word.
Okay. Well that is a sufficiant enough introduction, i suppose?
You'll find out the specifics of who i am and what the hell i'm on about along the way.
I'll try be faithful to this blog as i have abandoned so very many others.
With hope,
Brodie.
In a coffee shop. Listening to Jazz.
Cofi 11, Gulshan 2 Circle, Dhaka, Bangladesh.