Randomness

I've learnt that I am a random thinker. I can come out with the silliest of thoughts, or the most profound thoughts at the drop of a hat. I hold back a hell of a lot, because saying random silly things doesn't seem to be what everyone else is doing, but it's what makes me ME.

An example being; at work I needed to mop a drink spill. When I went to the sluice room to collect the mop, someone had left the bucket full of dirty, stagnant water. Not impressed, I then had to empty the bucket, and clean the bucket, before I could refill it with water and cleaning solution. And yet, when I finished with the mop and bucket, what did I do? I pushed them back into the sluice room, turned off the light and closed the door. My (admittedly more silly than random) thoughts were that I was perpetuating the vicious cycle. Through being annoyed at having found the bucket in a dirty state, I then left it in a dirty state. Which brings the possibility the next person will then do the same thing. And we find ourselves in a never ending mop and bucket cycle. I repeated this, in an animated way, much to people's amusement.

Yesterday I found myself talking about a McDonald's burger box, that had been revealed by some very old bushes being cut back. The McChicken Sandwiches used to be longer, and more oval kinda shaped, you know. And the meals were called Extra Value Meals, and used to cost £2.88. But that felt expensive (although it wasn't really) because I only got £3 pocket money.

A lot of the time, I find I dream about what I think about. I had a conversation with a manager about bugs that look like nits, and then I dreamt I had nits, and caught them from the walls of the building! I gave my hair a thorough washing that morning lol. Even if I think about something silly, like why the sky is blue, I'll have dreams about it changing colour.

Random thoughts are my way of coping with the mundane. I was bored one day, and came to that conclusion, and a few minutes later, someone asked me "how do you deal with boredom?", as if he had just read my mind. It's actually possible he does read my mind, things like that have happened twice now. Freaky. #

One of my more silly random musings must have been - "how hot is too hot for a hotdog?" which I proceeded to ask everyone I knew who served hotdogs. Most were amused, some were confused, but one told me to stop being stupid. So I stood up straight, got his attention, and rephrased my question in big words. I explained that considering there is a legal minimum temperature a hotdog must reach before it can be served, surely there must be a maximum temperature where it can't be served? Particularly as the box it is served in contains no warning to suggest the contents may be hot. Of course those are not the big words I used at the time, they are more like medium words :-P But rephrasing my question had no effect on the person who called me stupid, he then refused to answer me again, because he didn't know how to give an answer! I still prefer the original way of putting it. It's more fun.

I started writing on twitter today. I'm hoping to use it to get my silly, random thoughts 'out there'. @tracy_leahy But maybe I'll be bored with it tomorrow, who knows?

# (see hashed section above) You thought about calling the men in white coats then, right? Because I suggested someone had read my mind? Those incidents really did happen, but I'm playing when I say he might be able to read my mind. Although - I am very open minded, so even though I'm joking, I would never say he definitely didn't. How would I know for sure? The only thing to do, is understand that I'm playing, and play along too. Try it - let your mind go wild, and see what randomness you come up with!

Disclaimer: I could have written this so much better, but I'm tired, so this is what you get.