Not only is there not enough time for both Whitman and Facebook, but also, more importantly, there’s not enough space in my brain.
Reading Walt Whitman makes me slow down. I can’t scroll/like/scroll/refresh as is my wont on Facebook. Facebook is drive-through fast food. Whitman is a sit-down, five-course (or at least three-course) meal. But just like stopping at Sonic for a number one with tater tots and a vanilla sweet tea can easily become a habit, scrolling Facebook can become one too. Do it too much and I start to feel lousy.
You are what you eat. I don’t want to be Facebook. I want to be Whitman. Anyone who’s been on a diet will tell you it isn’t easy to stick with it long enough to see change. But it’s possible.
I’m going to change my diet from Facebook to Whitman. And I might let my beard grow out again 😜
Even though this post falls in the category of TMI (too much information), I feel compelled to share some of the thoughts that often run through my head. I consider these thoughts a kind of OCD of the brain. Everyday activities and encounters almost always trigger a memory or an internal thought sequence.
I’m going to list a few to start and if I think of more, I’ll create a new category on the blog and share updates. What I want to know is, am I alone with this sort of thing?
When I spill coffee, I think of when my parents stopped putting cream and sugar in their coffee because they wouldn’t have to deal with sticky coffee rings if they spilled it.
When I scoop out the litter box, I think of LeeGayle commenting on Facebook, “Well, I know I like a clean bowl.”
When I feed the dogs, I silently quote most of the scene from the original Family Dog. (See around 241 below.) Come to think of it, I think of this scene when the kids won’t clean don’t clean their plates, when I have to clean the toilet, or when I have to do some kind of housework I’m not in the mood to do.
When I eat Pringles, I think of Pringle sandwiches and of calling the dolphins. (Name withheld to protect the guilty.) Here’s how you make Pringle sandwiches: Chew a Pringle, spit it out on another Pringle, put a Pringle on top, eat those Pringles, repeat. To call the dolphins, make a high-pitched noise by sucking air through your vocal chords.
I have a litany of seven curse words and phrases that go through my head in the same order when I’m surprised or a little irritated. I learned the litany around the fifth or sixth grade two girls who where cousins to each other.
When I have a good hair day, I think of my friend Lee, who always had perfect hair. He’s bald now.