Years ago when I was in college, the professor assigned a
writing exercise using the literary technique known as
”
stream-of-consciousness.
”
Seemingly perfect for my loose-knit brain, this is a
free-flowing stream of thoughts written down as they occur.
Years ago when I was in college, the professor assigned a writing exercise using the literary technique known as “stream-of-consciousness.” Seemingly perfect for my loose-knit brain, this is a free-flowing stream of thoughts written down as they occur. You know – letting loose, going with the flow. Don’t worry about grammar, punctuation, complete sentences or even making sense. Just tap into that “stream.” It is liberating. It is thought provoking. It is crazier than bat poop.
Yes, I know, great writers like Faulkner practically created entire novels in this manner, crafting stunningly brilliant prose. Personally, my stream-of-consciousness writings would make psychologists sit up and take note. They would draw little arrows to one side of my rambling hen-scratches stating, “Watch this person: may have Manson-family-type tendencies.”
Although my stream-of-consciousness musings weren’t a raging success, something must have taken hold because here I am, years later, accepting the startling realization that I have taken stream-of-consciousness to a whole new level. I’ve turned it into a way of life. Yes, friends, I am living an unstructured, hanging loose, go-with-the-flow, crazy as bat poop lifestyle.
This is not how I intended it to be, mind you. I am in total awe of folks who begin their days with a neatly compiled list of activities and end those same days with a bunch of neat little check marks noting the successful completion of said activities.
Granted, I can compose a killer to-do list. I can make it purposeful and complete. I can even fool myself into thinking I will actually follow said to-do list. But then … you know. Even the most well thought out plans are victims of happenstance. Because stuff happens, people! For example:
Wednesday: To-do list
1. Water and prune container plants.
2. Take chicken out of freezer for dinner.
3. Go to gym; come home; shower; get dressed.
4. Meet Sally for lunch.
5. Go to bank, grocery store, cleaners.
6. Make appointment for vehicle servicing.
7. Bake brownies for book club meeting.
8. Make dinner; clean kitchen.
9. Bed.
Wednesday: Stream-of-consciousness edition
1. Begin watering plants; notice that deer are eating flowers on new plant. Go find big fat plant book to check if plant is deer resistant. OK; where is that book? Thought I put it here on the laundry room shelf next to the … oh-oh. Still haven’t removed the wine stain on the ottoman because here’s the stuff I bought to clean it with and … oh, never mind; I should definitely just recover the thing; never did care for that fabric anyway …
Let’s see, where is the measuring tape, I’ll get the ottoman’s dimensions … since I’ll be downtown I’ll purchase new fabric and recover it tomorrow. Now. If the upholstery fabric is 54 inches wide I could … oops, forgot to take out the chicken. Walking to the fridge and – what on earth is that dog doing? Great, he’s rolling in turkey do-do again. Grab the dog, fill the laundry sink, wash this mess out of his coat – what is the matter with him for the love of – yikes! Look at the time! Now there’s no time for the gym; oh, well. I’ll go tomorrow FOR SURE.
Showered and running out the door. Dang! Broke my sunglasses. Well, I can’t be running around in this bright summer sun without them. Make a quick stop to buy sunglasses before meeting Sally, the store is practically next door to the restaurant, and I would’ve been right on time for lunch except the machine to charge the sunglasses to my credit card wasn’t working so here I am almost 10 minutes late, and I’ll just give Sally a quick call to let her know I’m almost there and – WHAT?? My cell phone isn’t working? OH!!!!!
Have a fun (albeit late) lunch with Sally, we laugh and laugh and then I’d better see what’s wrong with this dang phone and the salesman says it’s going to take awhile to program my new phone, not to mention download all those precious pictures, because wouldn’t you know the old phone is toast so I have time to run an errand, which is fortunate because we need dog food and the dog food purchase takes longer than I thought so finally back to the phone store and now what?! They lost all the pictures stored on my old cell phone! Well, great. Salesman is calling the technician for advice. Might as well get an ice cream cone while I’m waiting. There goes the diet.
Two hours later and I have to leave behind a part on my old phone that may or may not retrieve my lost pictures so back home I go and oh, swell, it’s time to make dinner. Chicken is still in the freezer. Better order a pizza, already blew the diet anyway, but first I’ll just finish watering the plants …
