I wish I were able to plug a USB stick into the back of my head and download my thoughts.
Think of that!
OK, there would be a lot of rubbish to edit out. For example, I’m currently aboard a ship and one of the tasks that falls to me is … chart corrections. If you don’t know what chart corrections are then hooray for you. If you do know about the trial and toil of Admiralty Notices to Mariners, then you know that my downloaded thoughts would mostly read like this.
‘Um, chart number 2182B. 2182B, 2182B … Ah, there it is. What? No! Not another bloody pipeline! Grrrr. OK, done. Write down the correction number 4478. Last correction is 4201. Chart number 5500 …’ And so on. Not terribly interesting is it? But what about all those little treasures that flit through the mind and are gone before you can pick up a pen and write them down? It’s those I want to find again. Also, and this might sound a little weird, as a writer, I feel quite curious when I reread my work. Especially if some time has passed since I last looked at it. I am not the same woman any more. It is an odd feeling.
I did explore the idea of past and future mes (Is that a word? Is that how it’s spelt?) colliding in my post, Meeting Yourself Coming Back and this idea is different. But it is related. Imagine if you could download your thoughts. You would be hearing or seeing them from the outside. How would that feel? How would I relate to a print out or audio recording of the constant waffle that goes on in the privacy of my head? Probably, I’d love it – for a bit. Then I’d get bored. Then I’d want to download your thoughts and see what’s going on in your head…