This is why I have decided to blog.
Lets call it Thinking Aloud Allowed as this is a piece of writing that I wont be editing, spell checking etc. I wont be finding my style, or checking for literary devices. I'm a writer so this will be nice to just write, thinking aloud and typing as i think, with no particular audience in mind.
Thoughts are always popping into my mind like I'm my own narrator of my own story. As i hear myself, i often think it would be nice to record these thoughts in some Black Mirror style chip or device that i could listen back to one day, should i ever want to write my memoirs. But that hasn't been invented yet and what with all the ethical dilemmas I doubt it'll happen in my lifetime.
I suppose this is what the memory is for but my memory's not what it use to be and even when it used to be, it only recorded moments with strong emotional connections. So I'm left with vivid memories filed away, 50% terrifying/hopeless/distressed and 50% hilarious, in love, breathtaking. Some from good and bad extremes of my reality and some from dreams and nightmares.
There are bugs in the system though, playing with the filing system, giggling as they pull out a file from the Sad drawer and hide it between Laughs, smirking as they swap the labels Horror and Love Stories.
I wonder if they even read the files.
So anyway, I'm blogging in an attempt to beat the bugs. No plan. Let's see where it takes me.
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