Brain Fart: Everything is a Teacher…

So, I’ve been sleep­ing at odd hours, usu­ally around 3am in the morn­ing for the last week and this is down to my rekin­dled love affair with cre­at­ing art­work. A few times I have also woken up only a cou­ple of hours later to keep on going.

Keep in mind these are not client projects but per­sonal ones I’m work­ing on, which I’ve always found harder to com­mit to than pay­ing gigs!

I notice that usu­ally accom­pa­ny­ing this mix of sleep depri­va­tion and insane lev­els of inspi­ra­tion to cre­ate, my mind races a fair bit more to work out some truths and be more philosophical…okay, maybe that’s being a bit pre­sump­tu­ous and pompous…my mind ret­ro­spec­tively states the obvi­ous in a more suc­cinct manner.

This, then, para­dox­i­cally encour­ages me to delve deeper and make it com­plex again in order to log­i­cally dis­as­sem­ble and re-arrange the infor­ma­tion in my mind.

This morn­ing was one of those brain fart moments.

I’m lying in bed and I think it is the clos­est I get to lucent dream­ing, although instead of doing cool shit like fly­ing and moon­walk­ing on an army base dodg­ing bul­lets, I’m actively debat­ing with myself what I think, regard­ing a com­pletely ran­dom topic. It’s like watch­ing the Kennedy — Nixon debate, but with less hair wax involved and no audience.

Today’s brain fart moment is that every­thing in life is a teacher. Riv­et­ing stuff.

So any­ways, every­thing in life — peo­ple, cir­cum­stances, hard­ships, great­est joys, books, movies, music, whatever…are all teach­ers that we carry with our­selves for the rest of our lives. Teach­ers who give us advice and ways to act and behave in every type of circumstance.

Some­times, the advice that each of our teach­ers give us is conflicting.

This inher­ent con­flict comes, not only from each one of our teach­ers hav­ing dif­fer­ent back­grounds and their own set of expe­ri­ences and per­sonal prin­ci­ples that pre­cede them to aid them in the deci­sion mak­ing process, but also from the way our expe­ri­ences and prin­ci­ples inter­min­gle with our extrap­o­la­tion of what we think they would do in such situations.

In such cir­cum­stances, we are forced to become deci­sion mak­ers, the deci­sion to act on com­bined knowl­edge and expe­ri­ence or to freeze up mak­ing no deci­sion, which is the worst deci­sion of all. Yeah, I just used the word deci­sion 4 times in that last sentence.

I don’t know why, but this men­tal image of me with an entourage of advi­sors some­how instills a sense of calm in me, kinda makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You know that movie “Hearts and Souls” with Robert Downey Jr who has those ghosts that give him all sorts of advice and argue with each other? Yeah, a lit­tle like that. Only my ghosts are not film stars but an eclec­tic mix of peo­ple from my child­hood through to now who never age.

Note sure there was a point to that post, but dammit, I felt like writing.

Maybe my brain just real­izes in advance that come Octo­ber when Fall­out: New Vegas is released, I’m not going to have much spare time out­side of smack­ing peo­ple with golf clubs, so it’s try­ing to get me to do more work now!

Stay philosophis­ing (Yeah that’s a word…I just looked it up on Wikipedia).

Daza­lin­gus