Look, all I know is that when I got on the bus after work last night, I had an idea for a post — but when I got home and checked my brain, it was gone. I don’t know how it happened.
I’m not laying all of the blame on the public transit company, here. It’s a well known fact that I don’t do a very good job of securing the stuff I’ve got rattling around in my head and, yes, I’ve lost track of a number of thoughts in places like restaurants, bathrooms, and my own home. (The other day while tidying up, I even found an idea for a Gangnam Style joke in between the couch cushions that I’d thought had been lost forever — not that it’s going to do me any good now, of course.)
However, I think it’s odd that I tend to lose more ideas on the bus than anywhere else. Surely that’s not a coincidence.
I mean, there’s an awful lot of banging and bumping and rattling that goes on when one rides the bus. That sort of vibration is bound to shake a few things loose, right? It definitely makes it impossible to string together more than a couple thoughts in any sort of coherent or aesthetically pleasing way, so it’s not much of a stretch to believe that one of them might just go flying out of a person’s head as well.
What worries me most is the possibility that some other passenger might have snagged the idea when I wasn’t looking. Mostly because they’ll probably just throw it out when they get home and realize it’s not going to fit them. “Hmm, I can’t do anything with this — it’ll look weird on me. Oh well,” they might say as the toss it in the bin.
Hmph. It might be trash to them, but I needed that thing! I have an obligation to the three people who read this blog! They deserve better than… well, whatever this is!
Damn. I should start writing these things down.
Filed under: Short Tagged: bad jokes, randomness
