The Mind Of A Daydreamer

Well, I haven’t been able to post for a few weeks, I think. That’s because I was going through some inner turbulence zone and I needed to hold on to my thoughts and emotions tight to make through and well…. When I opened this blog-thought-writing- thingy-thing to display my cardboard boxes to you, I said only rule is to be open and tell all that comes into my mind. And I sort of wanted to stay away cause my mind was in that turbulence zone which I rather avoid to write. And also, I was writing a letter, which took all my writing power and it needed to recharge. Aaaand yes was avoiding being open with the blog and I was trying to avoid but eh…Rule is a rule. I’m in my mid-twenties. I wonder to be honest how old I sounded to you folk or how you imagined me (probably you all imagine me as a cat with green alien antennas jumping from one box to another, or as a dodo bird if you know what they looked like).From this point on I believe I will sound like a kid or a teen probably talking ...

“You are born pure, And therefore, the moment of your birth, you are the purest soul on existence. And as you grow, there will be a lot of people and events in your life that will try to infect and taint your heart, and add mud into your plain White core. The tainted thoughts and ideas will blur your mind. And at this stage, It is your responsibility, to block those thoughts from reaching your heart for an acceptance in order to guard your heart’s purity. And if you do so, you can proudly say that you live a honourable life.” A few weeks passed with chaos and i was unable to collect my toughs at a point. This was the only clear thought i had from last week and hopefully if i gather my thoughts this week i will make a post about what crazy things have been happening in my life. Stay sane people. Don’t let the dark thoughts bite your minds.

We are here to leave…  My mind was blank. My ears were fixated in the sound of raindrops hitting on the window of the room as well as the distant yet clear sound of the wind beating on the old willows in the backyard. It was a rough storm. Rain was a common routine yet; the lightning crackling through the midnight dark was a rarity of sight as well as the following thunder roars. The shelter corridors were filled with the silent echoes of the whimpers of the dogs that had a sharp increase in volume every time the thunder reached their ears. She sighed, sitting in the corner of the office in the ground near window side, with Omi lying on her left thigh, a mix breed which was surely a half a springer spaniel but yet other half was only about our speculations. A beautiful soul yet not so much in appearance to be adopted… She was one of the oldest we had here in the shelter and although she always says she loved them equally, it was obvious Omi had been her favourite for a while...

Why do we like to read? Why do we like to write? The question roams in my mind a lot. It has a simple answer really. We, the modern day children are seekers. We seek, excitement. We seek people who have same interests as us. We seek the people, that does not weird us out, and the people whom we don’t creep out. We seek a place of belonging. We seek approval, and you might deny this in your mind like “pffft. İ don’t give a shilling” but you know it yourself, you do, and that’s okay cause we all do seek approval of the opinions we value. We watch horror movies, to feel the fear and excitement. And we watch comedies and talk shows to laugh. The ones who want to live something different plays games and the ones who want a bit more than that goes after extreme sports, like bungee jumping and so forth. In the core, we all doing this for same thing really. To feel...Something. Doesn’t it get you? Our current world, feels rather a little numb. The relations we have, carries a wall in...

So why the hell I signed up for this? It wasn’t me I swear, the person responsible of throwing me into this blogging world, which will be kept hidden in case people start hating me and accuse this being for unleashing the demon from the astral plane into our fragile world, she will be named as The Shroom lady, so at least she knows herself. No, she is not a shroom dealer or something, and name doesn’t have any relation to anything she says or does. I honestly don’t remember why did I start calling her that but I remember there was a perfect moment that gave the perfect reason to do so, however my memory span being familiar to Dory’s (from Nemo, the animation movie obviously) I really cannot keep information for too long. There’s still something right about that nickname that fits well however...Smurfs maybe? She’s generally optimistic and sounds like she lives in a whole other miniature hidden world of her own and probably you can only see her or speak to her if you have been nice (...

I have never done this before, I am sure I will be just babbling to myself, but guess there’s no harm trying new things once in a while. Well, here we go. I have a game project to finish, a thesis to study, a language to learn, a princess to save, a dragon to slay some almond cookies to bake and probably many other things I forgot about as usual, yet I’m using this wonderful not-really-free but-free time on writing this. Why? Probably because I’m bored and possibly anything else I would do (including slaying dragon and saving princesses) would be too  useful for my existence anyway. Language? Bleh already studied French and German can I speak? No. Project? I work much better under the overwhelming pressure of the mysterious dark stalker called due date. Call me procrastinator, I am in such a level of procrastination that calling me that sounds actually as a compliment. Cookies? better get fat by laziness than eating I guess. The latter makes it faster. So here I am, babblin...