Creative Minds Think Alike

To continue on with my piece of "Little To Tell; A Lot To Know," here is a piece from class that comes to terms with another writer.  Hopefully in this paper you can further see in to my train of thought. 

Common sense is a foreign word in my vocabulary.  Some how I turn everything I do into a puzzle.  Instead of reading something as it is, I read into it more than I have to.  I am okay with this, for it allows me to come up with new ideas from just reading. For example, the blue sky turned grey.  I don’t only see colors; I couple objects and actions with emotions, people, and personal experiences.  I imagine a whole story line, one with a seventies feel, of an unhappy elderly marriage that is consumed in bickering that happens religiously every day:

“George, don’t, you can’t mix light with darks, the clothes will come out with a taint color.”

“Marge, don’t tell me what to do I know what I am doing.  Just let me, be me for once.”

“Well you can start by tucking in that shirt, you look like a hooligan.  Can’t you see I am only helping you out; you would be lost with out me.”

George mumbles under his breath as he throws in socks, Marge’s favorite sky blue skirt, and his dark navy blue work uniform with a white under tee. 

“No I would be happy.”

I eat, breathe, and think random thoughts all the time.  I prefer to stay in this state of mind because reality is too quite for all the traffic that is going on upstairs. 

Just as Flaherty’s motivation comes in periods of a couple months out of a year, mine comes and goes as it pleases every other day.  I may not be writing my thoughts down, but I day dream all the time as a substitute.  Flaherty hibernates while I sleep walk, her heart moves her work while my mind has a mood of its own that drives its own Fred Flintstone mobile.  It drives accordingly to the effort I put into it, one day I can be a body builder speed racing and others I am a turtle taking my time through the scenery in my head.  One thing is certain, creative minds think alike, although differently, but both in a state of awareness. 

In my writing, I have a lot of hit or miss finished products, although none of my pieces are ever finished.  When I write, I have an itching sensation to finish or complete a thought.  I can best relate to a subject when I can create an image in my head and further describe it and in most cases they are in forms of analogies and or metaphors.

            As I begin a piece, it all starts in my head.  I instantly zone out of reality and in to my imagination.  I refer to this place as the play room in my head.  I sit back and turn on a screen, as my eyes are glued on; I filter through a slide show of readings in mass, what my mom has told me, fights I have overcome with friends, movies, readings and etc.  I think about the lessons they have taught me.  I pick them apart and sort them out according to my feelings, the role others and I played, the raw situation, the outcome, how I felt the way I did in that exact moment and then I do what I do best and analyze, and then I apply.  

            Once I have mastered that part, I can turn on the lights on again and begin writing.  As Flaherty stated “most of what poured out was trash.” Just like her output was not satisfying to her, neither was mine.  I am a type of person who likes to have everything right.  And by right I mean the type of right a two year old thinks by wearing a pink tutu and an overly sized green sweatshirt.  I have a problem with getting an idea across clearly and in one word so I tend to make the majority of my papers based off of metaphors and analogies.  That part is all fine and dandy until some one else looks at it and gets a quizzical face, as does a puppy when they tilt their head as to wonder how to reach the bone from the top of the counter.  Frustration takes over and I try to re-mold it to fit others way of thinking and understanding. 

Hers. Mine. Ours.

To make things fun, my best friend and I chose to tell each other what to write about.  We chose to write about our friendship.  This shall be interesting to see how we view it when we compare them at the end. 

Our friendship started when another one ended.  We decided to dump a mutual friend to the waste side when we realized it was toxic to be around her.  Now we sort of gravitate towards each other because we understand each other.  As time passed on, we became more honest.  We get in tiffs because sometimes our brutal honesty is too much to handle.  I personally prefer to be straight forward, it saves time, and if feelings get hurt along the way then so be it, I can explain later.  Everything tends to be upfront and on the table.  It was not always like this.  Lets revisit the past again just a little.  Our fights use to consist of a few mean words exchanged and then a period of ignoring each other, then once again that gravitational pull played an effect and we were right by each others sides.  As we matured we began to tell each other right away when we did something that bothered each other.  We realized that every time we fought we wasted valuable time!  The days are getting shorter, college is right around the corner and we do not need another day apart due to fighting.  We can go hours on the phone, days with out end together, and then all of the sudden weeks apart.  No matter what we still come back to each other.

Although we are close and we do not need much verbal communication to get what we mean or want to say, we are actually really different people that find commonalities with in our differences.  I am a devout Roman-Catholic and she an Atheist.  With those beliefs we tend to act differently with certain things.  I mostly preach to her when I think it is appropriate.  I went to confessions recently and told her about it, she is now going to let me take her.  I am proud of my best friend because she is not narrow minded and is open to try things.  She agreed on going on the basis that my priest was able to give applicable advice and is not just a man of the Lord but of knowledge also.  Yes she believes that because I told her that, but that is the beauty of trust.  She is originally from Albania and wants to be part of the American culture more than of the Albanian.  I on the other hand was born in the United States and want to revert to my Mexican culture from which my parents are native born.  The cool thing is that both of our parents watch Spanish novelas.  We get a kick out of that.  Speaking about parents, we love our mothers dearly and share that love with each others too.  Currently on my fridge I have a picture of us four from prom.  We are both standing with each others moms, not our own.

As we see our other friendships we have with other people and others friendships, we laugh.  It is so easy to tell when there is a dominant friend who bosses the other around.  That is all fine and dandy since those differing personalities may click better that way.  We take pride in being equal.  We dont try to one up each other instead we help each other out and praise our own individual achievements.  Being girls, we like to dress up.  Her style is.... questionable sometimes, and I voice my opinions about her... outfits that she puts together.  Instead of being offended she says something about mine and we agree to disagree.  But most of the time she listens to me :)  We have a mutual friend that always wants to dress the same and does not feel comfortable leaving the house unless we all look the same.  That not only irks me but her too.  We work best in a pair because we want to be individuals.  As contradicting that statement may sound, it makes sense.  We do not need each other but because of that fact we enjoy each others presence so much more.  When other friends are thrown in the mix we value our own more because of how dysfunctional theirs are.

Little To Tell; A Lot To Know

It is very difficult to really describe myself as a writer.  The best I can do is say that I like to rant.  My mind is a big play ground.  My thoughts are constantly jumping around on a trampoline, endlessly.  I best write a paper when a teacher gives me a topic and gives me room to expand.  As soon as it is up for interpretation, I am able to write for days.  Organization is typically a reoccurring skill I stumble across.  Typically, outlines do not exist for me, but multiple drafts do.  Since my mind set is not on a one way railroad track, it is easier to just jump in.

In hopes of becoming a successful blogger, I hope to provide a different insight and appeal to a variety of readers.  As an eighteen year old, I not only bring in a young adults perspective but also of a Mexican-American bilingual.  I want to compose in Spanish, about my culture, and how sometimes those factors influence my train of thought with the tasks given to me.