Invitation:Join The Imaginary Adventures of A Reincarnated Dodo Bird

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 (or you have good humour or cookie recipes.... although in my case she’s the one giving recipes).

Most importantly, why was I told to and why I signed up to this.... Well, ever since I know myself, I write. Once upon a time, in a land far far away(depends where of course, wouldn’t be far away if we born in the same city... or maybe even same hospital same day but I take it as a very low chance to happen so I’ll stick to my words) some genius decided (probably a family member so I am sceptical about using this sarcasm...Maybe my kindergarten teacher, that would justify, eh....you know what, forget it, just assume it wasn’t sarcastic) to give my hand a pen and teach me the alphabet, well, I have endless amount of books, notebooks, my mothers work agendas, Colouring books(yes I wrote in colouring books, ,F*k the police! who told we need to follow the dam rules anyway) and even on my body. I literally once used to write in my arm when I was unable to reach a notebook somewhere and I had a reaaaaaly good idea I didn’t want to forget. Funny deal is I used to forget and before I know I’d find myself in a situation of staring on my arm or my palm literally ten minutes trying to make something of the sweaty-smudged letters as if I am practicing my palm-reading abilities like a medium, or possibly I resembled more of those cats staring at blank walls for half an hour as if they can see a gate to a hidden world that no human eye can perceive. I honestly have worse theories about cats that stare into blank walls but I feel I am already shifting from the main topic again.

I mostly used to write fantasy-fiction. Calling me bookworm would be a faint term as I am probably a Godzilla when it comes to devouring books and of all the genres I have read so far, fantasy was the one that fit my overgrown and uncontrollable imagination the most. So, most of my written works, are on fantasy. This will be my first attempt to do something out of ordinary and I wanted to test something new out.

I am an ordinary human being. I write, I read, I draw, I sleep, I play computer games, I design computer games (not professionally…yet). I doubt I have an interesting life, I live stuck in the clock-loop as just like the arms of a clock, where I begin the day and where I end, and the road I take to end it is eventually the same. What is different about me? The way I perceive it in a sense. I have an active imagination that allows me to change my own perception, my imagination have no borderlines and I... CANNOT... CONTROL... IT. Seriously, I am not the master of my own damn mind, it has Its own mechanics of working and I cannot just shift gears to “human alike” thinking. Which is the reason inmost of cases I find myself wondering about how to act in certain situations as I have absolutely had no idea how to behave, let alone that I do not know how to “Imitate” humans. I am possibly a reincarnation of a dodo bird or a lantern fish to be so far away from human civilisation structure.

Anyway, (I am sorry I am constantly losing the topic and flying off to the lantern fishes or dodo birds and other creatures...sea or land I am never on the damn ground of my own topic.... Here I go, I am doing it again ain’t I? This bracket is obviously been unnecessarily long and I am not currently helping with this sentence, Can I stop it already? c’mon. This is not helping. Okay, Stop! NOW!)  So, what I offer you, is my mind set. Ask me anything, tell me anything and I will write you exactly as my thoughts flow. Since I am anonymous. I don’t mind any question without giving personal details. I won’t be a certain person for you, I’ll just be some brain, open for exploration. I can post my short stories or drawings time to time maybe, if anyone interested,I also can write a certain set of topic given as a test. But my main goal, is to use this overflowing uncontrollable boss monster of my life called imagination, and create an open battlefield against it .If I  cannot beat it on my own(the boss monster in my mind that is), then maybe you can... challenge It, torture it or whatever comes into your mind, Maybe in It’s weakened form ,It will be easier on my sleep-cycle so I won’t create new worlds and planes , or new species while trying to sleep when I need to wake up for work at 7:00 AM.

No secrets. No masks. No walls...That’s the rule.

I Will explain this masks and walls matter in a further post probably. For now, I want all to know I am lowering all my gates down. Ask me things, join me when I am exploring my own mind, tell me to make stories up, or just scroll down and ignore the existence of my flying spaghetti monster- alike thoughts. To ones who are interested I can offer a perspective and listen to other perspectives. I offer my anonymous friendship, companionship or to become a party-mate to leap into mysterious mind-world adventures as your support-mage or something. Together we create the monsters first and then slay it after…Okay that sounds cruel, we can befriend some as well…To ones who are not interested in hunting imaginary flying bunnies, well maybe I’ll give a few nice recipes to try and they end up not wasting time reading all this? Alright I got to remember to give the damn recipe the next time...Wait, what was the recipe I was talking about even?