Whistling away

It is on evenings like this one when I feel my mind wandering off to various directions. I need to feel tired, fed up and not have anything really important to do for this to happen, but it does happen. I do not consider it to be a good or a bad thing, just a thing.
I kind of lose track of time. Time becomes fluid, undecided about the direction and speed it wishes to follow. I might be doing something (anything, as long as it’s not important) and can swear that it’s been hours on end of me doing that, and it’s only been ten minutes. Usually, this is caused - I’m speculating here, but I’m sure I’ve read/heard about it somewhere – by a very intense concentration on a particular task or job, but with me it seems to work the other way around, and I know exactly what’s causing it: my mind.
See, under these conditions, my mind starts thinking at a somewhat higher speed than usual, while at the same time seems to multitask quite effortlessly, in terms of thinking about a number of different subjects at the same time. These subjects range from remembering old friends and past events to speculating about the future and from trying to think what the best coffee I’ve ever drunk was (and where) to missing my old cat (tribute to Gino, respect). All these at once, plus a feeling of dizziness and disorientation, along with a myriad other trivial things; trivial, not everyday things, such as what to eat and stuff, never those, just trivial, such as “can plastic really be recycled in the long term”, “what if I had short hair” etc. At the same time, whenever I close my eyes I feel them rolling upwards under my closed eyelids, and my mind seems to follow; I feel it elevating to the top of my scalp, while it’s bottom parts seem to go vaguely numb.
Besides waiting for someone to post a comment with a link to a psychiatric ward and a free entrance ticket, I have to say I don’t necessarily mind this feeling. It is not overall unpleasant or discomforting; it’s really nothing “more than a feeling”. But there you have it, this is how I feel at the moment. I’m writing this and my mind is travelling to a hundred different directions at the same time, thinking about why I have sand in one of my camera lenses, how would it be like to live in Brazil, is it an option to sedate people before putting them on a plane in the interest of safety, will I ever see an iceberg, and a song by Nelly Furtado (“All good things (come to an end)”, beautiful, that whistling bit echoes in the whispering gallery modes of my head), as well as a random selection of (mental) hawk images, for whatever reasons.

*Whistles*

By the way, I’ve noticed that since I stopped including catchy keywords in my posts, the number of visits has slowed down. Just an observation.

That’s all for now.

Kind of well done...

So, this blog has gone over 600 visits. Not such a big deal in general, but it kind of feels good to know that the 6 of you that read it have gone into the trouble of visiting 100 times each. Or bad, cause it just shows that you (we) have a lot of time on your (our) hands. In any case, happy 600th visit, oh blog of personal expression! On the other hand, my photo site is nearing 5000 visits, and even if at least 1000 of them is myself seeing if anyone has visited (sad, I know), it’s still 4000 visits. Kewel!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this can easily be compared to the excitement people used to feel when they got their own telephone line and also had their names registered. It was something new and exciting, knowing that people out there knew where and how to find you. People were waiting for someone to call them, and even if it was a wrong number or their local (to-be) elected representative, it still counted (or so I’m told, in any case). It is the same thing all over again, only at a different scale, since on the internet people are more often looking for people they don’t know. Or are they? Any way, I hope you got my point, I’m feeling good people are visiting my sites, even if this doesn’t make any (tangible) difference to me.
On the same note (but in a different tone), I also feel some sort of anxiety when I haven’t published anything for a while, blog-wise or photo-wise. It feels as if there’s people out there that are waiting to see what’s next from me, they’ve bookmarked my pages and come back to see if something new is there, and if not they’ll eventually get bored and never come back. Kind of like some sites along the lines of “Liberate bread from the plague of money” (in Greek only, don’t know where that link is, but basically bread-making recipes in an ideological context – and you think what I write about is weird!), which seem interesting (?) at first, but when nothing new is added, you never go back again. This is (wait for it) a glimpse for me (not quite yet) on how people can get addicted (…) to being famous (..giggle…), to being in the centre of attention (subdued laughter), to being stars (yes, you can finally roll on the floor laughing now). Interesting. I think.
In any case, my dear readers, this has been another post. 600 visits and all is well! :)