I digress, in fact I ALWAYS digress. Anyway, what I was thinking about this morning was spontaneous behaviour. I just started thinking about it spontaneously, appropriately enough. I shall pause here to allow for reader's groaning and throwing of rotten fruit at the screen). But really, that's how it happened. I was sitting at the computer reading emails when I suddenly and spontaneously posted something a little silly on facebook. It made me smile. It made me feel comfortable - it felt like an earlier version of me had poked his head over the parapet of life's experiences and shouted something just for the heck of it. I liked it.
In another outrageous digression, I must thank Matt Bradshaw for the use of his cartoon (above), which struck me as funny in the same way as Gary Larson's 'The Far Side' always has (and I can';t think of any higher praise than that). Matt's stuff can be enjoyed at: www.gerbilwithajetpack.com
Right; back to my inane ramblings...I think I've lost touch (to some degree) with my younger, more spontaneous self. Perhaps it happens as one gets older and more 'sensible'. I don';t like the idea of that - now that I've noticed what's been going on, I may have to start allowing my spontaneity out for an airing more frequently. Fish paste. There I go again (although I admit, with limited effectiveness on that occasion). It IS rather liberating though...but I wonder if people will simply perceive this younger self protruding into my universe as me being a bit odd, weird and exhibiting signs of early-onset dementia. I don't mind being considered a little strange (in fact the idea of being 'average' or 'typical' has always been a horrible one), but the notion of losing my credibility is a genuine concern.
I suppose that prompts me to wonder whether spontaneous IS weird. Perhaps so, but I'm wondering even more intensely whether 'spontaneous' is something I am more comfortable with than 'sensible'. On balance, it seems likely. I'm not sure how this will manifest itself in my life; whether it will become a regular feature of the blog (what do you mean "What do you mean, 'become'?") or something I re-introduce into daily life. I hope I don't fall back into established patterns and forget to be more spontaneous, but the likelihood is there. I'd prefer to maintain and develop some silly elements of my character - I enjoy it, and isn't enjoyment what life is about?
One upon a time, a young rather silly man called me used to do rather silly things like stand up and - with no warning and apropos of nothing at all - sing before an innocently assembled and totally undeserving (of such torture) throng, head-butt suspended traffic signs (as well as those firmly attached to thick poles), run naked into freezing ocean waves, become painfully and injuriously wedged between street lights and garden walls, and a myriad of other foolish acts. I haven't done any of that stuff for a very, very long time. I think that I miss it.
The genie may be out of the bottle now - and you know what? I really hope that this is the case. Now, be calm, I don't intend to start stripping off and running into large bodies of water any time soon (and it would need to be a LARGE body of water to cover my large body) so the shipping lanes will remain undisturbed and free from hazards. No, instead I propose some silliness in the mental sense; some unleashing of largely insensible, potentially nonsensical, very probably childish and reprehensible ideas and notions which may or (more likely) may not result in physical tomfoolery. We shall have to wait and see. For the meantime, however, I shall leave you with this thought: Parsnips.