Sunday 13 June 2010

A Penny For Your Thoughts

Oh how that saying used to bemuse me.

You see, I'm a pretty thoughtless man. I can go hours without a thought in my head. If I had to rely on thoughts to get rich...well, I'd be a pauper.

In this respect I am not my mother's son. My mother always had thoughts...countless thoughts. She could attach a treasure chest load of thoughts to a single thought of mine. For instance, if I thought...'tomorrow I will go to the movies'...that single thought was sufficient thinking for me. No other thoughts were necessary.

Not so, my mother. To that single thought, my mother would attach other thoughts. What if it rains? snows? is cold? hot? And to each of those other thoughts my mother would attach further thoughts. Should I take food? drink? a friend? And to each of the further thoughts my mother would attach supplementary thoughts. Is my underwear clean? did I cut my toenails? should I brush my teeth, does the car have petrol?

And so on and so forth.

The casual observer would see my countenance as inscrutable, concealing all manner of deep thoughts.

My mother knew better...her son did not possess a thought in the world.

1 comment:

  1. Quite amusing. I am afraid am not like you. Exaggerating, but before taking any action, everything that can go wrong must be considered and a plan to deal with it put in place. Life is a lot of 'what ifs'.

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