Trangulated ruminations

Identifying changes is as important as making those changes. You can open your eyes and pause, turn around and look back at who "you" were a day, a week, a month or a year ago and see how you've changed. Then acknowledge that in the same amount of time the changes will be there for you, physically, mentally, socially¹ and as such you may not identify or even agree with yourself.
Talking to yourself is normally associated with being just plain nuts², however I think that it's important to talk to yourself in order to reason things through; true I have scatty moments where one side of the conversation³ rambles off at a complete tangent. But one of the advantages of many years wasted roleplaying is that it helps you step back or examine character personas subjectively, including myself.

I can quite happily manage two personas at once in my head, and I was about to say that is about my limit, however my hindbrain has just remembered that I have managed, briefly thirteen, although not all of them were exactly conversationalists⁴ and it was strictly for a roleplaying moment, that said it was quite an experience and none of the thirteen was actually me par se.

As usual, the point of this all is lost to the ages or my rambling thoughts, but then that is a point - that there doesn't have to be a meaning, a lesson, a value or solution to anything. We invent or say "there must be a way" all the time, but all too often there isn't or we can't implement it. Hmmm, just argued against myself in the space of a sentence, go me.
Experiments to try #43: Generate a different persona and take it to work - see what happens. Possibly not a good idea.

Anyway, if nothing else this has given my brain a good ramble, there are days when I just need to say something and I'm not exactly what it is other than "my brain feels the need to express itself". I mean, what would it be like if other organs started acting like that?
What if my spleen⁵ suddenly started saying things like...

"Oi you, I want to talk to you about nutrition and my immune boost efficency quotent, I'm concerned about hitting targets and blood content. I mean, have you even worked out a plan and day by day targets list? I think if we harmonise with certain other critical organs, vis a vis the liver and kidneys we can produce a timescale based plan that we can use to objectively target and direct our efficency far better."
"Shut up spleen"
"Oh thats right, look I know I'm just an amusing word to you, but I perform vital and critical functions inside your body matey, without me you'd be in bed more times than not and all sorts of 'orrible things would be running through this mish mash of a biological system you call a body and playing unholy hell with your blood and immune system."
"Look, it's not too late to get you removed you know."
"You wouldn't dare, hey liver... back me up here."
"No point talking to my liver, it's still coping with all the vodka I drank last night."
"Are you trying to kill us? You're walking a dangerous path of self destruction here bucko and whats more... mppph!!"
~gags spleen~

Hmmm, my internal organs talk way too much for their own good.


1 The white wolf character system strikes again.
2 Some would argue that being me is already associated with being nuts.
3 Or, indeed, both.
4 For example, one simply said 'beep' repeatedly.
5 Come on, which organ did you think I was going to use as an example?

Conversely...

Some things never change. Sandwiches in this case.
Back in my younger and more naive years when I was back in secondary school (Now mostly a thankful blur due to alcohol consumption - after I left I hasten to add) anyway, yes, secondary school.
I was a boarding school type, and every now and then we would go on trips to various interesting places, none of which have managed to stick in my mind, ah well.
But, it was on these school trips you could guarantee several things:

1) You would always get a 'bar six' chocolate bar in your packed lunch, the school had bought a job lot of a million of them I swear.
2) The sandwiches would be horrible mostly consisting of dubious ham and grated cheddar which had all the taste of a piece of cardboard and the consistency of a dry sponge.

Point 2 is the critical one here, at least for the purposes of this ramble.
I've just bought a sandwich from the company cafe and I swear my mouth has gone into time warp back to one of these trips, it tastes just the same.

Flashbacks like that I don't need.