chang|e one's mind

i wrote a song… in my mind

what are you thinking?!

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i can never answer this question.  it’s one of those intangible quandaries i just can’t wrap my mind around.  it’s like an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a croissant.  ok, i don’t really know what that means, but still, the fact remains that i really can never answer that question.  it’s interesting because from what i understand, women ask that question all the time.  will i be in trouble when i can’t answer it?  what exactly am i thinking?  what’s going on in my brain that i can’t spit the answer to this question out?

it’s almost as if right when someone says this, it’s like pushing the “erase all” button in my mind.  i could’ve been working on the most complex math equation and as soon as someone asks, “what are you thinking about?”  snap, all gone.  years and years of research and solving, all gone down the tube.  i could’ve been thinking about something really important that i’d love to share with you, but when you ask that question, all i can think about now is, “what was i just thinking about?”

i can tell when something is on my mind when i don’t sing in the car.  you see, i love to sing.  i think one of the reasons my voice has improved so much is because i’m always singing in the car trying to perfect john mayer songs.  but every once in a while, halfway to my destination, i’ll realize that i hear music.  and not only do i now hear the music, but i realize i haven’t been singing along.  and that’s when my thoughts start to swirl:

“what was i just thinking about?”

“was it that important that i wasn’t singing?”

“crap, how do i recover what i was thinking about?”

“crap, now i’m singing and can’t think anymore!”

“i love this song!!”

and that’s pretty much the routine.  or also, i can tell when i’m really mad or frustrated when i don’t sing in the car either.  normally i know what i’m frustrated or mad about, but i’m really surprised sometimes because i don’t realize how mad or frustrated i am until i realize i’m not singing.  like i’ll catch myself not singing and be like, “dag, am i that mad that i can’t even sing right now?  i guess i’m madder than i thought.”

now this doesn’t work with other people in the car.  normally i don’t sing with other people in the car.  so if you’re in the car and i’m not singing, don’t worry, i’m not mad at you.  or am i?  just kidding.  or am i?


Written by enoch

September 24, 2008 at 8:45 pm

Posted in from my mind

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  1. “it’s like an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a croissant. ” – hahaha

    we need to go karoake….or at least get rock band!


    September 25, 2008 at 9:01 am

  2. so then… how does one about asking what brilliant idea you’ve come up with…without hitting the delete button in your mind?


    September 25, 2008 at 9:25 pm

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