Do you ever think that sometimes, there is just too much stuff? I don’t mean the sort of things we buy and never use, or those useless items tucked away for decades, in case you might need them. I am talking about all the stuff that goes on inside our heads.

If I ever analysed all the different things going on in my mind at any given time, I am sure it would be impossible to even begin to write it all down, or attempt to sort it into some kind of sense. I love those days when I wake up with just one thing on my mind, or an old song playing in my head. Those are the days when the stuff gets shelved for a while, and has to wait patiently for my brain to release the torrent of thoughts and ideas backing up.

Much of this stuff is simple. The freezer is’t working properly, and there is a problem with the electrics in the outside buildings. If that was all there was to deal with, it would soon get sorted. But no sooner do I start to think about calling in an electrician, then for some reason I am recalling a conversation I had at school, when I was fifteen years old. Then I can see the faces of my grandmothers, and have no idea why. In the middle of all that, I suddenly think about having to get ready to take Ollie out, until all that stuff is swirling around in my brain like the contents of a washing machine on fast spin.

Later, I can clearly hear the voice of someone I used to work with, but try as I might I cannot recall her name. That is soon pushed aside by concerns about compiling a shopping list for the supermarket trip later today, which in turn is displaced by a few lines of a poem I read twenty years ago, overlaid on a scene from a film that keeps playing over and over in my head. Meanwhile, I am also thinking about a news report from the Lebanon, in the late 1970s, and a painting I saw at an exhibition in London, around 2002. Try as I might, I cannot stop all this stuff, and there are times when I wonder if this is a sign of some madness, or the onset of an age-related condition.

Sometimes, I wish I had an off-switch, so I could just turn off everything dating before today, and enable me to get on with what needs to be done. I could save all the other stuff for a specific time, and switch it back on when I was ready to experience it all. Even as I type this, I can see myself in school uniform, September 1963, about to start ‘big school’.

When will it ever end?

(Don’t worry, I think I know the answer to that question…)

80 thoughts on “Stuff

  1. Somehow I think this is a good thing. Really. That’s probably one of the reasons you’re a good writer. I have a collection of random thoughts as I drive. Like you, where they come from is a mystery. Best to you, Pete.

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  2. Oh, there is ALWAYS So. Much. Stuff! I understand completely. Just the other day at work I was plagued by many thoughts of things needing to be done at home while I’m at work and work while I’m at home, trying to compile posts and remember what I’m supposed to be reading in top of that and on top of THAT I was, for some strange reason, plagued by a lost memory of a concert that I went to about 8 years ago and I couldn’t remember who played… It drove me crazy!! And I don’t even know why I HAD to remember… I was just so annoyed by the fact that I COULDN’T remember. Lol! Too much stuff. I’ll take that off switch if you ever invent it!

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      1. I wish they invent it soon πŸ™‚ Right now, the story is completely opposite of this, I feel. You go to any social media page and they present you with plethora of unnecessary suggestions ranging from – the product you just casually browsed on some shopping site to add some xyz person to your friend list 😁 adding more “stuffs” to the already existing ones.

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    1. It’s worse when I occasionally have to do the thinking for others too. Like when I am asked “don’t forget to remind me to do…” I have no idea where to store such reminders i my brain. πŸ™‚
      Cheers mate, Pete.

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  3. I have so much stuff that I am in a constant detached state and forget things I just put down or that my kids just asked me something. So I feel you on the stuff. I think I have so much stuff because my stuff is overload but I also got to share my brain with many others stuff without my choice. Gosh that’s a lot of stuff. I think you and I my friend need to get rid of some of this stuff!!!πŸ™ƒπŸ“ŒπŸ“‹

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  4. Well I don’t suppose you’ll ever become a Zen Master then Pete πŸ™‚ I am going the opposite way to you, in my 20/30’s my mind was all over the place all of the time. Nowadays I am a lot calmer in my head. I do believe having photography and mosaic making to focus on has helped with that a lot. I wonder if your daily doings are so boring to you that your brain tries to pep you up and out of it. (Armchair psychology 101 and that’ll be Β£25 please 🀣)

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    1. I wouldn’t say it was a boring life, but I certainly live to a routine that some might find to be dull, I agree. After so many years doing stressful jobs, I actually embrace the ‘dull’. But perhaps you are right, and my mind has yet to slow down. The cheque is in the post…
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  5. Hi Pete – I don’t think much about the past on an on-going basis; cherished memories are in there and I let them out when I write about them. Occasionally a current event will trigger a memory. Today with our illustrious President advocating arming teachers in schools I immediately saw in my mind’s eye my 2nd grade class picture and I thought “That’s it idiot! Arm Mrs. Fiore!” πŸ™‚

    Nor do I think to much about the future much’ What was it a wise man said?

    “Think about the things you can change. Don’t fret over those you can’t. And be wise enough to know the difference.”

    As for the dreaded Alzheimer’s – forgetting where you left your keys is NOT a sign – forgetting what keys are FOR means real trouble.

    Regards from the land of the old!

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  6. The junk we collect over a life time is a good metaphor for what is going on in our mind. It would be easy to order a dump truck to get rid of it all, but then all of a sudden we feel that there is an attachment, a sweet memory perhaps, that prevents us from throwing out any of the accumulated stuff. And so it is with the things that we keep piling up in our mind. Great post to reflect on, Pete!

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  7. Pete, I’ve always had a “one-track mind.” I tend to concentrate on one thing at a time. Also, I’m so focused on the unknown future that I rarely bother to think about the past. I admit, though, that sometimes my mind plays music in the background as I do and think about other things.

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  8. OMG, yes! I am constantly overwhelmed by my brain’s need to analyse every single thing I have ever done/encountered and then analyse my analysis of what I am analysing. It is exhausting and I have no idea how to turn it off.

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    1. In one respect I am sorry you have the same problem, Abbi. But I confess to being pleased that I am not alone.
      It is exhausting, you are right about that. The only thing that calms it down for me is red wine. But I can’t live my live half-cut, even though I might like to think I could. πŸ™‚
      Best wishes, Pete.


  9. The proliferation of the “Stuff” swirling in your consciousness is a good thing, Pete … the mental activity is a sure sign that you are alive and well and that everything is popping along as it was designed to do. Think of a nice carbonated beverage … How flat it would be if not for all the thousands of little bubbles fizzing around in it. That is kind of how we are — without the fizz and the bubbles our lives would become so flat as to be unbearable with boredom. Give thanks for the fizz!

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  10. Ooof, that’s a lot of stuff! Don’t know about you, Pete, but I need a lie down just thinking about you thinking πŸ˜‰ Seriously, I do know what you mean and I have the same problem at times – although without that impressive variety of subject matter. Don’t think it’s age-related, if that’s any consolation πŸ™‚

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