apparently, lately i am torturing my brain. that's pretty common, bet it's used to it by now and would probably miss it if i didn't, but i'm stretching its limits now. latest example was the thinking with a twist exercise. should've had some sort of positive impact, guess it did, but it still feels a bit like raping one's mind, forcing it to view in a positive light something that it usually finds utterly unpleasant.on sunday, when walking home from work, i tried another thing. at first, unconscious, but then willingly. i started by noticing how deep blue the sky was on that particular day. one thing triggered another: i remembered a passage from eragon, when the main character gets a chance to see the world through a blue dragon's eyes: the blue seemed more intense and had more hues than he imagined, while the other colours were a bit faded. i tried picturing my surroundings making the blue stand out. i read somewhere about an exercise to train your brain: trying to count all white cars, or finding all red items in your office and so forth. this was a bit like that. i tried to notice only the blue things, and they were surprisingly many: the perfectly blue sky, traffic signs, people's clothes, patches on commercial meshes, cars, flowers in a flower shop... amazing.
and the thread of thought went on (does it ever stop?). i remembered i fairy tale i had listened to as a child on a vynil disc. as far as i recall, it was called
'the blue stone'. i don't remember it exacly, i don't think i ever understood the story properly as a kid. in a far away country, all people were given a blue stone at birth. for some reason, the emperor hated the blue colour. he let his men confiscate all blue stones. he called ravens to cover the skies. he covered the wells and made the river dirty, people with blue eyes had to cover them and so forth... no idea how the story went out, but whenever he thought blue was gone, someone reminded him that there is still something he can do nothing about... and i was just thinking how foolish it is to try to erase blue. and i think i like living in a blue world :)
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depends on what kind of blue you are talking about. i like blue as a colour but if you're referring to blue as sad, then i would rather try and change it. i know, i know, it's weird coming from the depressed old me. but, you know, being depressed doesn't mean i actually like it and don't want to change it... but back to what you were saying. blue is a nice colour :).
blue blue blue blue blue
i wonder how a blue bonbon would taste :D
roger, you're an undiscovered genius. that's exactly what i meant ;)
ilya - i've become familiar with the other blue. sometimes i think there's smth wrong with me when i am too cheerful.
irina - like some kind of berries. :p
mmmm, berries, yummy :)
but, in a blue world... can i please keep my elephant pink? pweetwy pwease :)
p.s. thinking with a twist may be the best thing you came up with lately... it kept me going when i felt like crawling into a hole and biting anyone who tried to get me out. rrrrr :D
Hey, my world is blue. You can keep yours however and your elephant pink in stripes if you wanna :D
why thank you. any chance for a nobel prize for me? ;)
if you behave :P
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