What Makes Me Think

I find it difficult to know what gets me thinking. I think I'll think of what does the trick.

So here I am, in the midst of an entirely new blog entry layout (thanks for finally updating, Blogger -- RIP The Old Layout), wondering why I come here. I suppose I know exactly what I do when I'm here. I think in text. I work out my brain's thoughts in the form of some kind of monologue.

I know there are times where I spew out miscellaneous thoughts and/or dreams, and there are times where I talk about what I have been doing or plan on doing in the future. There are even times where in the former I mention blogging or thinking in the middle of a rant. I might have even written entire entries on thinking, but I find thinking of thinking to be fascinating.

So I'm on the Bolt Bus going back to Seattle. I feel like I could travel forever as long as I had WiFi. I know I'd get sick of sitting or not being able to shower or explore... but I know I could go cross-country in an Amtrak. Maybe I should do that and visit Marc. I suppose I should save thinking about that for another entry -- or conversation with family.

I know I tend to think less when I'm wrapped up in conversation with people who don't like to think much or are already set in their ways. It might be a self-centered perspective to consider that my thought process is much clearer than anyone else's. But maybe I'm just the most compatible with myself. I know that if I were to find someone who thought in nearly the same way that I did, I'd probably have to make that person mine forever. Or we'd hate each other.

There, back on track with the topic of thinking.

I'm sure I think nearly the clearest when I'm about to write in this blog. I feel like I'm at or near an apex in mental clarity. The hierarchy of thought depositories in descending order of mental clarity are probably (this), Evernote, my journal, Facebook notes, then IM conversations. I used to have the most clarity when in IM conversations... I suppose I've changed over time.

I think I have the most respect for this place... It's the most public of all the aforementioned places, and I definitely don't write incessantly meaningless things here. The latter might be an effect of respecting it though. Maybe it's one of the very few places to write that I trust will stick with me the longest. I know I've written here just a little bit longer than any of the journals that I've kept, and I'm fairly certain that the blog entries predate (at least the heavy popularity of) Facebook.

Well, I wasn't entirely able to isolate what makes me think, but I definitely know what I do when my thoughts are clear. I write here. I wonder though... if I write here more often, would I sully the peaceful, placid place that this is? That might be the reason I don't come here often... And I wouldn't want to drag all of my horrible, negative traits and ways into the past for fear that I might leave them there.

Now I'm rambling. On that note, I'll drop this off and leave for now. ;)