Bitch on the Blog

March 12, 2014

Overload

Filed under: Questions — bitchontheblog @ 06:04
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I have just realized something truly awful:

My mind is like a vacuum cleaner. It’ll suck up anything coming along its way. Eagerly. Setting on MAX.

How do I change the bag? Please don’t tell me to get a Dyson.

U

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11 Comments »

  1. Do what I did. I got rid of the vacuum cleaner and started to use a broom and pan to clear the muck.

    Comment by rummuser — March 12, 2014 @ 06:59 | Reply

    • In principle I agree, Ramana. I too often use brush and pan. However – how to get into all the nooks and crannies of our brain? And why is it grey?

      I suppose my lament, not the first time in the last few weeks, is that I do suffer from information overload. An avalanche of print. Even when I go for a walk in the park my brain keeps yapping away at me. SHUT UP! Can’t a woman have a moment of peace and quiet?

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 12, 2014 @ 10:00 | Reply

      • At least it isn’t blue which would indicate fluff (as in belly button)…..

        About the walks in thepark… try looking for or listening for different species of dicky birds….. or look for flowers and plants… or strnge behaviour.

        Comment by magpie11 — March 12, 2014 @ 12:32 | Reply

  2. Get an improved filter if you must. One of the joys of my life was always my ability to suck up all that information and all those (often stupid) opinions… My brain is less capable these days so don’t knock it whilst you have it!

    Comment by magpie11 — March 12, 2014 @ 12:27 | Reply

    • I am not knocking it, Magpie. After all, how many times do I sit here staring into the middle distance trying to remember, by way of example, a particular word. It will come to me. That’s the miracle. The nuisance being – particularly when I am asleep and dreaming – it’s all one big scramble.

      Maybe I shouldn’t admit to it (though did recently to my father and he told me not to worry): I bloody type in my dreams. Letters, words, sentences. Punctuation. All making sense. If that is not where madness lies I don’t want to know where it does.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 12, 2014 @ 12:43 | Reply

      • Sorry, Magpie. Just realized I was contradicting myself: “scramble” and “making sense”. It is scramble in my dreams, yet each sentence perfectly formed. I wish I could record myself during the night. That way my days would be free to amble – in the countryside. Clearing cob webs. I am sure Miss Havisham would have been far better off if she’d gone out more often.

        U

        Comment by bitchontheblog — March 12, 2014 @ 13:00 | Reply

      • Is it akin to dreaming the funniest joke in the world and then forgetting it in the morning?

        Comment by magpie11 — March 17, 2014 @ 12:44 | Reply

  3. Sounds like you should go back to school and become Dr. U. There are many students who would love to have your problem.

    There is also an entrepreneurial possibility if you can figure out how to package and sell a technique for making a mind suck up all the information around it. Lots of Asian tiger moms would spend any amount of money to get their Angel to keep up with all the studying.

    Comment by Looney — March 13, 2014 @ 04:37 | Reply

  4. Perhaps an old fashioned broom (for sweeping things under the proverbial rug wouldn’t be a bad idea. The “stuff” is always there when you are willing (if you are willing to address it. If not, all you have is a lumpy rug which could be a heck of conversation piece! 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — March 15, 2014 @ 12:57 | Reply

    • Oy! You just brought back memories of my Grandmother visiting my first apartment I had after graduating and living on my own. She lifted up the corners of the carpet to inspect, and of course there was a good collection of dust and debris that I did in fact sweep underneath…

      Comment by Phil — March 15, 2014 @ 14:41 | Reply

  5. The only problem is with objects that clog the mechanism. Seems to me they should be tossed aside by other means – metaphorically speaking…

    Comment by Phil — March 15, 2014 @ 14:43 | Reply


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