Yes, I do belive I made a new word. Clumpeled - verb to be clouded or messy.
I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person who feels like they have way to much going on in there head all at one time. The only way I can describe these thoughts is with a weird analogy. Prepare yourself. Its somewhat like tieing a thin thread to an individal fly. Now take a thousand of these flies with these strings attached to there butts and send the into a small room. As you can guess the strings(thoughts) get tangeled and confused very very easily. Each thought is a difrent aspect of my life of whats going on,what I see, what I hear, instincts, and civility. These thought strings progressivly get longer and longer, untill its almost imposssible ot trace it back to we're it began. I can't think slowly is what I'm trying to say. People generaly get confused to as what someone is talking about, where as I get it rather quickly.
I belive that people think and develope conclusions in a diffrent manner than others around them. How do we think? Do we think in words? SIgns? Pictures? Or do each of our brains have a complex language of there own that sens electronic signals to our body telling it what to do. It would explain why people have diffrent ability levels with diffrent things and are able to eaily understand something and be confused with somthing else. Do we think in english? Spanish? French? Or are thoughts just thoughts? How do humans think? What is the purpose of the brain to have thoughts? All these quiestions are making my head hurt.
In an attempt to tackle my racing thoughts i bought a notebook form a drug store and began wrighting down ideas that have been running through my head. Down to the veyr last detail. I've only had the book for a week and I'm already almost halfway through it. Pages front and back. Going back and reading these notes(with my horrible handwrighting) it seemed almost pure jumpled nonsense. Almost. It has helped me with my thoughts quite a bit since I started this idea journal,even if I can barely read half of it. This journal I keep strictly for ideas, but hidden in the content are the events that accured that day that spurred those ideas. I find it fun, to see my thoughts rogress into the world on paper. Its exilerating. Well I shall go back to my preciouse notebook.