Mental Processes

Mental Processes.
It can be concluded that when one lives by themselves, one may find they often contemplate life to the point of mind explosion. This, I have found, is not neccesarily because of boredom, privation of mind stimulation, depression, or even limited social interaction, but is often do in fact to the absense of a human presence in the place of habitation. Often, instead of voicing ones thoughts to a lack of roomate, one will resist the urge to speak aloud in fear of sounding insane, instead thinking internally for hours; their thoughts swirling around in the brain without cease like a hurricane without an eye. Really, this is a form of denial, because if one refuses to speak aloud in an empty room in order to avoid sounding insane, they have proven themselves more insane by caring what the no body in the room thinks in the first place.

Following are a few of my mental patterns and processes today...

1. If I had to choose between a house infested with spiders and a dorm room infested with noise all hours of the day and night, i would choose the noise, because although spiders are silent, they are disgusting and some are even deadly and noise is not deadly, at least not to my knowledge.

2. Often I think I should have done a lot of things differently. If I could do my life all over again knowing the things I know now, I would have a. Purchased a mac instead of a dell. b. Taken only the classes that I needed at my community college to avoid the wasted money on the 30 some elective credits which I now possess. c. Realized it wasnt all about me. f. Wouldn't have stopped praying for 3 years because someone told me that God predestines everyone and everything and prayer does nothing to change anything.

3. Maybe I should wash the dishes.

4. Azure Ray is utterly and perfectly one of the best musicians to listen to when one wishes to paint. Coming secondly only maybe to Kaki King, Explosions in the Sky, Iron and Wine, Sufjan Stevens, Saxon Shore, Sigur Ros, or Mogwai. However, this is debateable, my mind being entirely and completely susceptible to change on this matter.