Making meaning
From dipping a toe in the water, to diving right in.
It can’t be just me, right? Right?!
Well. I have so many thoughts. And feelings. And thoughts on feelings. And feelings about thoughts.
Probably you do too.
It is a big old wonderful and intricate BUT ALSO a dreadful and intimidating mess, isn’t it?
To know that somewhere deep in the recesses of your mind-body, you have all the answers you need.
Or maybe not ALL the answers, but some direction at least, towards finding those answers.
Or maybe not even that. This beautiful mess inside may have granted us just an inkling of what are the important questions to even ask of us and others. It can sometimes make us question the questions themselves - why do we even want to find any answers at all?
But when you never take out the time to just...log off of the social media apps that don’t do much but assault your senses all day long, and just sit in the glorious complete silence with the elusive mystery that is you, it can be very easy to find yourself as lost and baffled as my mother trying to figure out how emojis work.
Getting to the point
Well, the thing is, there is no point to get to. This is going to be a journey, with an unclear destination. The idea though, is to seek clarity along the way, on things big and small. This is a place for me to experiment with writing, and also discuss my life experiments while I do that.
Expect to see my musings on things like :
Every armchair philosopher’s favourite topic - does free will exist or not?
Everyone’s favourite topic - pronouns!
Why are women angry all the time? Why are women not angry all the time? Why are the angry women angry, and the non-angry women not angry?
What happens when one uses a word so many times that it becomes just a meaningless sound? (There is a term for this - semantic satiation.)
You can also expect poetry more often than you’d expect.
