I'm a Regular Thought Bomb

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick....

I am a reserved person, not a reserved soul. I could kick and scream all night about something fantastically emphatical all night if I wished, but that simply is not who I am. This first post is a sort of get-to-know-me letter. I hope that is alright since you don't know me. It makes sense to me at least.

As I said in the title, I am a regular thought bomb. I am always full with thought. With such a long-term memory for what fascinates or embodies a person to me, I feel I know so much. Not about what is real, per say, but I know about what makes up that which is real. I know of the soul, spirit, and body. How they affect people in ways they don't realize. I know about many things; it is all latent until a thought eddies into a certain category. The chain reactions of my thought bombs are catastrophic. I'm sure all thoughts have a certain life, but my mind goes in certain unmentioned directions. I can't recall any non sequitur moments currently, but I assure you if someone were to talk to me I may catch them off guard with a suddenly different seeming topic.

I see patterns, really. Not just visually; musically, mentally, and phonetically too. Everything has a pattern. Some are identical with similar imprints: Inheritance Cycle to the Wheel of Time. Everything follows a pattern. There are usually anomolies, yes, but that doesn't stop the pattern from assessing a majority.

As you can see, I jumped topics about five times. I think that conveys pretty well how I am a thought bomb like most people: I just record it or remember it or speak it at times. This is who I mostly am; this is why editing is divine, and I have taken the liberty of not doing so just for you to see me in original, raw form.