Today I am off Twitter. Off it like a small piece of carrot that's rolled off the chopping board and is now in the corner of the kitchen floor, with a few grains of cat litter and a burnt chip. I've decided to give it a rest for a little while. Which may turn out to be a big while, or a small while. There's no way of telling, is there?
My mind, though, is used to sharing every little thought with everyone. Which is hard to do when you're on your own during the day without many people around to speak to. I suppose I could call round to the next-door neighbour and tell him that I was watching Diagnosis Murder (and I was), but why would I? Why should I? I don't have that need to write it all down. Consequently, my head is just buzzing with thoughts that have been unspoken or unarticulated - probably best left that way, but I don't know. Is this how it is? Do people just sit around all day thinking things, and then thinking, "Oh I should tell someone else about that, or some people all over the place, via a mass communication interface", but not doing it? Or have I just been pushed into a way of behaving that's unlike real behaviour? You know, watching a television programme without having to give a verdict every 25 seconds. But it doesn't seem as much fun, somehow.
Some of the thoughts I didn't say, because I wasn't tweeting:
- I have a bruise on my left arm that is kind of purple.
- It was warm earlier.
- I thought about going to the shops.
- Something about the new owners of the shop being better than the old ones, because they actually sell things.
- I went to the shop. And bought some things.
- I ate.
- I watched Diagnosis Murder.
- I ran.
- I wondered if it might rain. It did rain.
- I wondered if teachers choose the period in their own lives when they were happiest, to be teachers of that age group. Or maybe not happiest at all.
- I felt tired. Tired.
- I was going to see the Senna film but I didn't in the end.
- Thoughts need a highlighter pen so you can remember the good ones.
- Sometimes when I sit at my desk, I rest my leg against the side and it gets a crease in the flesh from where it's pressed against it.
- And others. There were others.