Will someone write about their random thoughts w/out thinking about what they are going to write about? random

Question

I like to just type on the computer about anything that I think of even if it means nothing to the importance of our world. I once wrote about how I liked the way Bogart (Rick) in Casablanca picked up a wine glass without hardly acknowledging it to how I think that we should have machines that listen to our thoughts and we cold just have the machine type out every thought that we want whenever we want so that we could remember our brilliant thought later. I would like to know other peoples weird and completely non-sensical thoughts. You don't have to be articulate or try to impress anyone by trying to figure out how your going to explain a complex situation. Just write to yourself and write as though you are the only one that has to understand it. Besides it's true. You are the only one that has to understand it. I want to know what you think. Please write even if you're not good at grammar or at writing. It's just you. I just want to see who you are.

Answer 1

My first thought was what would compel you to ask such a question,maybe you are up at 3 am like me,with nothing else to do but talk to total strangers who may live across the street or on another continent.I also try to picture you reading what I am saying,the expressions on your face....Are you 14 or 50?? I try to put a face on the brain which concieved of such a question.I am watching the world series of poker while I am typing,not letting my brain get ahead of my typing...I think jeraldo rivera is a moron,and I wonder where some of the people on here get such backward ideas about things,and I am so tired of being alone all the time since my wife died...she was only 28.Single parenting sucks and anyone who does it on purpose is insane!There is a really dumb hardees commercial on right now.How come in America we park on a driveway,and drive on a parkway ?

Answer 2

I'm on that edge right now where I have to choose what I want to do for the rest of my life, and now sometimes I realize that all human life has value, and there probably aren't even really any wrong choices, since every yin needs its yang, even if it hates it at the same time. so why do i worry about wasting my life, or about being unhappy or about living to be so old that all dignity is lost when i'm not even two decades old yet - i don't really know, but they bounce around in the brain like pinballs gone freaking mad, and its frustrating, but also endearing, because - by God, at least they're genuine thoughts, not reproductions or imitations. maybe you'll nod when you read this, maybe not, but it feels good to type it and know it's going out there somewhere, maybe beamed way the hell out there past saturn to where the unicorns fled and the dragons fly or whatever else lurks between the stars. i would love to meet an alien or an angel, or a werewolf, even a demon. but isn't a demon the same thing as an angel, just one that chose to live on the other side of the planet? hell below, heaven above, right? hmmm...now my brain is lightly toasted, think i can finally go to sleep now. adios, good hunting, luck in battle - whatever you need, may you find it...

Answer 3

Wow, very interesting and intriguing topic. I'm a grad assistant teaching freshman English comp. (101) and I have my students free write for ten minutes at the start of each class. I write a prompt on the board in case they can't think of a starting point, but I always tell them that they are not limited in any way; they can write about anything they wish; no matter if it only makes sense to them, or even if it doesn't--I just want them to put thoughts on paper; no worry of punctuation, grammar or if anyone else will read the entries; I assure them that I am only keeping track of attendance and walking around the room to ensure they are writing. I don't read what they write and don't think I should, as it gives them freedom to put their ramblings on paper without fear of reprisal--and I hope that they build some kind of a source book, where they can go back and find some great ideas that they might not have remembered without the journal entries. I also advise my students to keep some kind of a journal when they travel--I tried in the past to advise a journal for everyday encounters, but so few of us do that (myself included) that I found it unrealistic. I have, however, found that travel logs are better than pictures. I spent a few months, on different occasions and different years, in Europe. I kept a daily journal begining each entry with my waking up and concluding each day with my going to bed. I spent huge amounts of film and I'm glad I did, but the journal entries are priceless concerning things I encountered that I may have forgotten and couldn't have been photographed. A good example would be the small boy sitting next to me at JFK while we were waiting to leave New York for Frankfurt. He kept telling me about sea creatures like whales, which he informed me are not fish because they have lungs and many other facts. I was astonished by this kid's knowledge of ocean life, he was probably around the 5-7 age group. His mom told him to leave me be, but I assured her that he was making the wait more entertaining (and enlightening) than the magazine I bought at the airport. I wouldn't have much memory of the details of this encounter had it not been for my journal--in which I wrote down details of this experience as soon as my plane boarded and I left the boy and his mom behind. There are many more journal entries I could share, but I've already wasted enough of everyone's time. I do like this topic and think that people should not be afraid to write at any cost--just ask Salman Rushdie, Thomas More, William Tyndale and many others that write when their very lives are at stake.

Answer 4

What am I doing up this late; waiting five minutes for this dumb page to open up? Is it the computer, or are those Yahoo! technical people once again working on this site? The TVs been on for hours, and I haven't seen one show. My daughter's here after spending all day with a doctor, now she can't sleep because her younger brother, next door, won't turn his music down, or his drunk mouth. He's gonna get thrown out of here for blasting that music every dam night. It's cold in here, and the gas bill's gonna be so big from how often the heat's needed to be on. I'm tired, but I can't get any sleep. My son just called me a dumb b*it*h cause I told him to turn it down. It's shaking my wall, and the picture on it. When I started to answer this question there were only 2 answers ahead of mine, but the pages are taking so long to open that there's probably 32 by now. I hope this even goes through and I don't get one of those "we're taking a coffee break" messages from Yahoo! staff.

Answer 5

My stay is SOOO complicated - that's certainly only me in the great international who at this precise 2d feels thoroughly lost, stupid and socially handicapped (is that even a be conscious in English?). My activity is boring and that i do no longer even care anymore however the day after the next day (no longer the undesirable action picture) i gets travellers from out of the country who i've got no longer seen in 8 months so perhaps this isn't any longer all undesirable. Why do I repeat my types - I continuously look to finally end up in a similar loopy situations. what's the international attempting to tell me and could I ever study? i'm examining this very unusual e book referred to as "The 5 people you will Meet in Heaven" i ask your self who i will meet. Will I even circulate to heaven? Is there a e book referred to as "The 5 people You Meet in Hell"? My innovations are like a huge tsunami sweeping away all coherence that i might have - i won't sleep via fact I save questioning. perhaps I ought to circulate to the pharmacist and get some drowsing pills....

Answer 6

My random thought of the day...If a snowman has no 'genitals' can it really be called a snow "man"?

Slightly less random:

How can I hate cancer, when it's made me who I am? Could I have ever found out just how strong I was if I went out partying at age 25, rather than living in and out of hospitals and spending my afternoons on the chemotherapy floor? Does any of that really matter when I may not live to be 26? And is it strange that I don't mind being bald?

Answer 7

Mmmm I think, I did come across such situations.

Actually, now I'm in Japan basically from India, being in an Alien place I always felt lonely. Hence started writting something about what I see everyday, though It was not really useful or not so attractive summary but it has attracted few people in one corner of the world. You what is the result, I got lots of friends.

Oh this is the blog I was talking about http://camera-friendly.blogspot.com

If you think you can, pls post your comments there

Answer 8

im so tired right now and my throat's so sore...damn i don't want another cold. Everyone at the party was coughing around me and then this girl drank from my coke can and i probably picked it up from her. I can see myself in the mirror right now and my hair looks fluoresecent, maybe i should stop spraying sun-in in it every morning. My mum tells me to 'stop admiring myself' when she catches me looking in the mirror. She probably thinks i'm full of myself, but really i'm not. The computer is making a really wierd buzzing noise...I wonder what it is? I'm looking at a photograph above my computer on my wall. It's of me and my good friend sarah downtown; gosh i should phone her sometime, we haven't talked since almost a month ago. Then again, she could call me too, couldn't she? I'm always the one to call her.

Answer 9

You sound desperate, just write, how long do you want me to write for? I already had to go back and do something and that is not what you said, you said just write. So here I have written what else do you want from me, what do they want from me, what do I have to offer to you and to this world we are in? Do you ever get lonely out there? Yes I wrote for you so just be good now.

Answer 10

I wonder my my life is heading. Have I ever really been in love? Do I care? Are people really who I think they are? Are friends really friends? What gives life worth? Why are we really here?
Where is home? Am I happy? Why are people insecure about everything? Why do you want to know us?

Apparently I am just a bundle of questions. lol. Nice one.
How bout you write something for us? Only fair, right?