egads, no words

while watching big brother last night, i realized that i could never be a contestant on that show. i think i could get used to sleeping with twelve strangers. i think i could get over having cameras record everything i do, twenty-four hours a day. i think i could even play the mental game in order to acheive a half-million dollar success. what i couldn’t deal with, and this would drive me insane, is not being able to write anything for three months.
seriously, they’re not allowed pens or pencils in that house. there is no writing of any sort. i understand why. the producers want the contestants to have to say everything so that they can record it for your viewing pleasure. that’s why you’ll see them with messages to friends and family written on their clothing with mascara or mustard. no paper. no pens. no typewriter. no computer. i think i’d go bonkers.
it may not look like it to the casual reader, but this outlet helps me put a lot of my life into perspective. i spend time thinking how i’m going to present certain occurances in my life. how to describe the actions or feelings of a moment in my life. it helps me to work through difficult issues or cement the more enjoyable memories in my mind.
of course, one could say that i could mentally compose all these things and then just not write them out. well, yeah, i could, but every once in a while i’m unbelieveably clever and if i didn’t have the opportunity to jot that down, i’d forget it and be all sad. i’m not that clever all that often. i feel i must record those moments for posterity, just to prove i was once really witty.
p.s. there’s a link to my rss 1.0 feed over to the left under “things”. all the really cool kids have rss feeds, you know.