My pinball brain brought me to this ~

Published on by Grace

The question arises yet again – why is it so important?

Those of us who have been committing our lives to paper since we could first hold a pencil and form words.

We write of our present, the deep and the shallow. We write of our past – the dark and light. We opine on the state of our world and the world at large.

Sometimes we write silly stuff because it amuses us to do so. Sometimes we are brave, oh so brave, and we write from our troubled hearts and minds.

Before the internet we wrote in notebooks of every kind; on slips and bits of paper that got shoved into those notebooks.

And then we put those notebooks in a drawer, on a shelf, to be read by only ourselves. Our deepest truest selves, hidden away, forgotten, unknown.

And then the internet – we could write our lives and put it out for anyone passing by to see.

And that became important to us. Why?

Because we want to be seen. We don’t want ourselves to be shoved in a drawer, forgotten, unknown, unloved.

But why? Who are we? (Who am I?) That anyone would care to know of us? Of our quotidian lives and thoughts.

We know that – we are just average ordinary people, as much as anyone who ever lived can be average and ordinary. Except we are not. No one is.

Asking for someone, anyone – “See me, feel me, touch me, heal me”

Hear me.

Are we Emilys – writing our letter to the world?

To be seen, heard, understood, loved. Acknowledged. Validated.

And is there a part of us, a part of that need, that little shallow bit, that craves

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7 thoughts on “My pinball brain brought me to this ~”

  1. I think some (of us) just like words, language. Maybe because by some throw of the genetic dice we have a little more blood supply in that region of the brain. For others, it's something else. I keep thinking of Jimi Hendrix who more or less would have a thought and it would just come out of his fingers and then through his guitar. But whichever, it's all for the same purpose, I think, which is to connect with other humans in whatever fashion we are able. Because we are so not alone.

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  3. Yes a lot of what you say is of course the truth. I used to think like this – then something changed deep inside and l suddenly thought – no l don't want to do this anymore – now l return to notebook or in my case, as l no longer need to write in notebooks. Desktop files – now the stories, poems, thoughts and beliefs can be stored there until l decide where they are next bound for.

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  5. Also making it 'public' makes it less important, if that makes any sense. It's like having a mental/emotional/psychological garage sale. All the stuff you've been hiding/stashing/hoarding is now out on the street (so to speak). It's not junk but it has served it's purpose, had it's day. Clear it out, make room for new – thoughts, experiences based on the insights you've gleaned. And perhaps others may benefit from that.

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  6. For some reason I have never been much for writing in a journal. That brings me to the conclusion that I must be writing a blog simply to be noticed. I suppose I am at a point in my life right now where I feel as though I have been forgotten by many who I thought would always be there. The blog helps me to not feel totally forgotten in the world.

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  7. You probably started blogging because you thought “Oh this is new, could be fun” then you found a community of like minded people, especially crafting communities and there you go –

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