Mind Games

Friday

Fri·day / frīdā/ is the day of the week falling between Thursday and Saturday.

Friday is the last workday before the weekend and is, therefore, viewed as a cause for celebration or relief.

As is always the case on my blog, I try to write something that will one day will garner me a Pulitzer Prize.



So today I traveled into my mind in search of some buried treasure.

I rang the doorbell and no one answered. So I kicked the door down only to discover it was as empty as Al Capone's vault was when Geraldo broke into it.

Nothing there. Zip, zilch, someone had stolen all my marbles.

Confusion set in which panicked me because confusion cannot be diagnosed without knowledge of a person's "baseline," or normal, level of mental functioning.

That which I don't have knowledge of because of a loss or lack of normal brain function.

I yelled out trying desperately to find something, but the only response I got was an echo calling back to me, can you hear me nowwwwww.

As I strolled around in my mind all I could find was dust and faded memories.

Dust in the wind and the sands of time had evidently blown away any semblance of intelligent life inside my mind.

It was like being at a cheap, run-down hotel that has a vacancy sign hanging out front.

What happened? Could it be after all this time I now find out my mind is wasted?

The mind is, after all, a terrible thing to waste.

My mind in this sense is a private sphere to which no one but I have access and I have discovered there is nothing there.

The mind is that private conversation with myself that I carry on "inside my head" and I was not getting any response.

I started looking for artificial intelligence with the hopes that some of it was hanging around. None there either.

I checked in on my subconscious mind and it was empty.

I ran to superstitious, nobody home.

My suspicious mind was no help.

Then on to my unconscious mind to no avail.

My engine had stalled, "the power of its engine determines its operation," and my plane was going down.

My jet's performance was not conforming to high standards.

The pilot light in my oven had gone out.

The Bing in my Walla Walla Bing Bang was gone.

My train had left the station.

The Ram in my Ram-a-lama Ding Dong was gone.

It became clear, my ability to place myself correctly in the world by time, location, and personal identity was not there.

Today I would not have the intellect and consciousness to allow me to write another outstanding blog.

Instead of a quality, possible Pulitzer Prize winning post, you will once again be subjected to this which is one of my many mindless posts.

With that in mind have a great weekend!!