On having Ideas

I had such a strong urge to write iDeA lol. So. Ideas. Whaaaaat are they? Why are they? Yes, we’ve heard that they’re bulletproof -okay, I only read it on pinterest -but the crux is we realize that they exist and are substantial for the survival of human race. But what is an idea? Is there a definition -and I am genuinely curious, my person, because I haven’t properly googled it yet.

Alright, I have googled it now. Unsurprisingly, the search results talk about the company and its competitors. Sooooo, I’ve scrolled down and the entire page is about the company. And now I’ve done the smart thing and added another word to my search — ‘definition.’ Fine fine. It’s a thought or suggestion for an action or something. Cool.

I thought ideas and thoughts were synonymous. Maybe they are. I haven’t really put effort into this. Haven’t opened Merriam Webster or read any blogs on this. Hell, before I had the ‘idea’ of writing about ideas, I basically hit the backspace some five times. Aaaaand I’m having very weird urges of making really annoying noises -probably because I’ve read fifty pages of Grasshopper Jungle this morning. (Which is by the way a glorious gay introduction to the weirdness that is the brain of a teenage boy.)

Okay okay. Back on track.

Look. Ideas are those things that float in your head and you sometimes take advantage of it. Am I right now? Meh, not really. I have many ideas, although admittedly less than my younger self. From everyone having three biological parents to pumpkins adopting dogs to and trees telling us when to shut up with all the toxic bullshit we spew to really grotesque ways I can succumb to bridge accidents (although this might be a different kind of ideating) there are so many weird scenarios I have in my head.

The number of times I have had ideas about how I’ll give comebacks to a haughty national leader as a young diplomat is obscene, I tell you.

Anyways. Before the Laziness Monster attacks me again (we have quite a scandalous relationship, haha) I will just abruptly finish what I had wanted to say.

Ideas. No matter how useless they seem to you, don’t let them go. (If they could be dangerous to your life, then just use those ideas for stories or something, just don’t let them take over you like the Laziness MOnsTeR takes over me -look, look, he’s even licking my arm right now.)

The one thing that I realized was that my ideas are mine. Completely. Like the image of Gods I have in my head. It will always have an element of myself in it.

Why would you want to give up something that is more you than your entire appearance?