What was that again?

At about 0630 this morning a wonderful idea for this entered my mind. Nearly three hours later the thought has completely left my mind and either will be lost forever or will one day appear on these pages as a fresh vibrant idea without me even realising it was concocted months earlier. The problem now though is not that I am unable to remember this idea but that what I am about to write about may have been mentioned in a previous post. That is not necessarily an issue but what may be is to what length it was mentioned. And again that is also not necessarily a major issue because repetition is only a bad thing if we misunderstand the evolution of ideas. It is not a problem to repeat yourself as long as the repetition is of a topic not the contents of the topic. However saying that there are plenty of times I have had repeated conversations with people and each time they just seem to go on and on about the same topic, perhaps it will be worth listening to them next time and see how and whether their ideas have evolved over time.

The problem now of course is that this piece is already half complete and which means there will only be a small mention of the previously mentioned topic. Also, I now seem to have forgotten what it is I was even thinking about before. How remarkably poor my memory is this morning. Maybe I have a little too much mercury in my system from the radioactive oceans I have been plundering. I’m sure I remember saying something previously about mercury affecting our memories and ability to recollect things. What the hell was I going to write about? Apparently stopping trying to remember helps remembering. If I had all day I’m sure I could just come back to this but we have to leave the flat in about an hour. We’re going for my Mum’s birthday lunch and then around a Christmas market. I hate Christmas markets. Over priced, touristic and bullshit but it’s not where you’re going it’s who you’re going with. Still nothing, I can’t convince my mind that I’m not trying to remember anymore, it doesn’t seem to believe me. I’m sure it’ll come to me, I’ll have to tell you next time.

Poison

It is a shame that having done so well and in a way turned the corner with my piece the day after Tomorrow – you see what I did there – as that was supposed to be the one which was the beginning of a new era in mini blog piece writing. Yesterday the mind was dying of death, an alcohol related death. Being thirty four years of age, the hangovers are different to just five years ago. It is remarkable though because when younger, those both hungover and older than I, sometimes commented on how easy it was for me regarding hangovers and how much worse they get as you age. While I didn’t disbelieve them it is easy to admit to not being fully appreciative of what they were saying. If anyone reading this over the age of thirty I am sure I have your understanding sympathy and for those below thirty ignore me at your peril. For now and for a few years my hangovers don’t just last one day, there is at least two full days of not feeling quite right after a good drinking session. After a three day stag party it is a week of actual genuine illness. The body has been poisoned, and we’ve done it to ourselves.

I was listening to a podcast today, the guest being someone whose name I have forgotten but he directed the documentary The Cove about the Japanese murder of thousands of dolphins each year. It is a famous documentary but if you haven’t watched it I suggest strongly you do. He was saying in the podcast about how the Japanese eat dolphin meat, even putting it in school menus and recommending it to pregnant women. Ignoring the fact that we just shouldn’t kill let alone eat such beautiful and intelligent creatures, dolphin meat also contain dangerously high levels of mercury. Ultimately the Japanese people are being poisoned and poisoning themselves. We have poisoned the seas, we eat cows full of steroids and hormones, soya from burnt deforested rainforest and puss filled milk which three-quarter of the worlds population don’t even contain the right enzymes to break down. Lets be honest, hit thirty and hangover may last two days but if it takes about three months to flush mercury out of your system I suspect those hops are the least of our worries. It’s times like these that I make numerous vows and very rarely follow them through. What is it again about being human, being human and self-destructive. Our daily mission to poison ourselves and those around us.