A Walk That Inspired Creativity – Mad Chaos: July 16, 2004

I often make discoveries homogenized by deliberation.  Rarely do discoveries write themselves, but so was the case today when I embarked on a small recreational tour of town to reward all the work the writer fleshed out in the thirty hours beforehand.  

Actions That Generate Creativity

“Walks inspire creativity,” I discovered, as I left the house at an approximate time of 11:15am and enjoyed the splendor of small miracles.  

I admired a clear blue sky with its single bay wooden biplane alone in its atmospheric ocean to loop around.  

I loved how I had to walk into town just to purchase an exclusive sugar-free guarana drink, which can only be found in the tobacco store at the arcade in the central area of town.  I reveled in the walk and recognized that these trips could mark a new fad.  

In the earlier days it used to be toasted egg and mustard sandwiches with a base of sprinkled peppers, which is until I realized how much cholesterol was in eggs.  I then had a phase where I locked my racer on the upper level at the back car park of the mall, which is until I purchased the trainer and found it more cathartic to walk.  Now the fad has become sugar-free guarana drinks, and it could last for months.  

Bumping Into My Brother

I was happy to walk into town nonetheless just to be pampered.  So it became a melodic trip in anticipation of that sustenance as a reward.

I found it such a coincidence how I bumped into my brother and Lottie as I walked in view of their road.  It was like we were synchronized.  When my brother crossed the road we were side by side, amused by the fluke of luck.  

I said hello and remarked on the coincidence, as the three of us walked down on the sunnier side of the path towards the commercial and residential crossroads.  I made sure to save space for Lottie.  I walked on the grass so she could walk beside her man, but instead; she walked in obeisance behind us.  

I wondered why Lottie was so sacrificial.  I notice she prefers to listen as my brother and I speak, which is courteous or respectful.  I do not consider Lottie to be submissive at all, so it makes me wonder if she is bashful around me because I have a close bond with my brother, or whether she is usually this complaisant with everyone.

In any case, as we all walked, my brother apologized for how he acted yesterday, which was a surprise and unnecessary.  

“I apologize if I said anything weird that may have spooked you,” he said.

I replied quite quizzically, “Nothing you said was weird.  In fact, I was actually intrigued by our conversation.”  

“Well, maybe I am just tripping,” my brother supposed.

My brother then moved to ask me for a favor.  

“Can I borrow your home telephone bill,” he asked.

He needs a copy of my home telephone bill for some reason so he can prove he lives where I live now, which of course is a fraud I am willing to condone.

Preparing For A New Baby

Eric and Lottie then explained how she was ready to pop.  Her waters could break at any second now.  I cannot remember the technical terminology but the baby has pushed its way out of the womb by three centimeters and the doctors said that when this expands to five to seven centimeters, she should be prepared for labor.  I marveled once more at the miracle and had some jokes as well as positive spin.

As we crossed the road into the business area of town, my brother took us across the side of the road where there was no pedestrian access, so we had to be more careful.  

“You are the master of disaster,” I called to my brother as we crossed the road.  

It was a facetious remark he laughed at.  

“I am too heavy to run,” Lottie joked.  

Lottie then chuckled as she warned my brother that he was about to walk into a pole, which stuck out the back of a parked Ute.

“What are you doing in town,” I asked my brother.  

“I need to visit some mobile phone stores so I can buy a new phone,” he said.

I remember this was a topic of discussion at his house the day before, where I said his decision to buy a third phone is a vanity, even if he was well-intended to hand his older phone to me, which has a camera feature and the polyphonic ring tones.  

Eric also had to sort out a debt issue with Centrelink, so those were his objectives for the day.  

“Why are you in town,” he asked me.

I just said, “I am here to buy a drink.”  

“You mean alcohol,” he wondered.

I answered, “No, just a drink with guarana in it.”  

Eric never seemed so surprised, but it never seemed unusual.  In any case, I said farewell to my brother and Lottie as they entered into a mobile phone retail store.  I parted from one perk of the day.

Buying A Guarana Drink

I walked up the remainder of the road to purchase my coveted sugar-free guarana drink.  Joyous in mood, I crossed the road and opened up the can.  

I stopped on a couple of occasions to write notes in my mobile phone.  I stopped so I could savor the moment.  I did not want to spoil the view with my head constantly down on the notepad, so I would walk and stop when the walk spurred creation.

As I walked back down towards the mall I noticed my brother and Lottie head up the other way, but I was on the other side of the road.  

I carried on to admire the fashion on display.  I noticed more teenage chicks now wore woolen boots with woolen tops and short denim skirts, oh, and of course the diminutive white handbag as an accessory.  

Maybe it is the delirium speaking from a lack of sleep but I am bolder after each successive exposure to temptations.  So I believe exposure equals confidence, which can turn into a sizeable algorithm if enough exposure is allowed.  I need to be out of the house more I realize.  I already knew this but there is the hegemonic anchor at home, which berths me in these chambers until work is finished.

Small Quirks In The Mall

I entered into the mall to prolong the stay and found I browsed some stores.  I looked at printers in an electronics store and then clothes downstairs in a sports store.  

I remember I had an unusual habit whose origin is unknown, where I often interlocked my fingers.  I think I did this because it was cold, or maybe it was a reaction to a deferral of sleep.  I also found I was a moving obstacle and hazard to people, probably for the same reason.  I found I would always move into the path of others and it would disrupt my direction, so either I lacked the motor skills alert people have, or others were clumsier than I.  

What Types Of Women Attract Me

Another quirk of mine was the head gyrations for the osmosis of women.  I snapped around to look behind me or to look at the belles beside me, but always my focus was on some area of the female anatomy, with special focus today on the ass.  I like the ass.  Probably the illusion of long legs that stretch up to the waist comes second on my list.  I like breasts as well, but small ones.  As we do view females from the front instead of from behind, a natural, soft, symmetrical face does not go unnoticed.  

I like a female to have no hips, and therefore no waist.  I preferred cute specimens instead of sophisticated ones today.  I reinforced the creed of exposure via a nice perve.

I also inquired in a nutritional store about fiber supplements to help cleanse me of cholesterol.  I also detoured into a store to ask for pillows, and that was the day.

I came back out of the mall and walked back home at 12:45pm, satisfied that a day was made out of a drink and deprivation of sleep.  

Work On The Memoir

I came back home by 1:30pm and was inspired to revise the previous entry.  

I did some sets on the abdominal roller.  Then I had creamy Parmesan and garlic pasta and sauce at 3pm with olives and pink salmon as a reward.  

Then I wrote down the notes off of my mobile phone before I commenced here.  

Happy With A Quiet Weekend

I had a wonderful day today.  I will probably sleep soon or postpone the basic need until a more suitable hour.  

I sense that no one will call for me this weekend within my inner circle because Mumbles and Nestles will be busied elsewhere.  

I will be happy if this weekend is a quiet one because it allows me time to refocus on my priorities and settle back into a routine, which has been absent for weeks.  I want to resume revisions, but I am unsure if the pragmatic hare will do as good an interpretation.  I will just have to catch up on all my work and spare some time.  Then I will be able to see whether I am capable or I should wait for a more intuitive day.