I'm About To Clean The "Attic" Of My Mind

Everyone has one. Everyone uses one. Then that day comes when everyone runs for fear, or to find a hiding place, for it's time to clean theirs. The attic.

The attic in our homes I would guess is a very romantic, nostalgic place if you are a clinger to old love letters, keepsakes, childhood dolls, and other things that you hold onto just so ever now and then, you can drift back to a time in your life when you were really happy.

I am guilty of doing this. But then again, there comes "a" time when you and I have to face facts. Most of my "cobwebs" in the "attic" of my mind are dark pieces of thought, unfinished ideas, and things I have wondered about over the past 46 years without having the satisfaction of solving these mental mysteries.

So now, I am not only cleaning these things I've stored away in my mind's "attic," but sharing them with you. And it will not bother me when you finish reading this if you choose to call me a "mental hoarder," for that title will be short-lived.

After this piece is published, I will set-out on the rest of my life journey a little lighter, but with a clean "attic."

This "cobweb" is going to be cleaned out

The image I have of my life
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Other dust-covered, depressing memories that I am putting in the trash

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Here we are alone in the pool

So what do I say? This would be "the" dilemma of dilemma's. In this unfinished scenario, I happen to make friends with this hot, sexy lady CEO of a huge fashion magazine. She likes me. She even calls to see if I am sleeping okay. What man wouldn't love this set-up? Well, "my" problem would be not having anything much to say to her. Of intelligent-base that is.

Perfect solitude

For any man or woman. What a place. Beach, sun, no one around to cause you any trouble, but why would "I" still be so upset at being put here by some foreign country? Well, I am so afraid that I would actually learn to "love" seclusion--away from friends, family and pets. I fear strange scenarios like this.

Girl with the pretty balloons

I have never met such a girl. I saw one on ABC-TV in the late 60's. Her name was Peggy Lipton. She starred on "The Mod Squad." One show had her working undercover as a free spirit--dancing in a park giving away pretty balloons. I searched high and low, but there were no girls like Peggy in my hometown. Plenty of balloons, but what good were they?

So long, girl with big eyes

I confess here in front of God and everyone. I cannot stand girls with big eyes who look like this girl in the photo. What is she thinking about? Take a good look. The main reason I cannot stand girls with big eyes is that they remind me too much of Zooey Deschanel of ABC's "New Girl." I cannot stand Deschanel. I want a girl who is easy to talk to and I don't need a program to follow her when she talks.

French food, yes. French horn, no

Never in my wildest dreams have I ever, and I do mean ever, had a lustful-desire to play a French horn in private or in a band. I just avoid high school band instruments every chance I get. That's good because there are no stores in my hometown that sell high school band instruments.

I'm no gigolo

Although I have thought it would be a fine way to earn big bucks. No. What I'd like to do is be with a woman in a non-sexual way. Dine her, wine her, show her the courtesies she deserves, but that evening, become molasses in my slow, methodical manner of kissing her neck and shoulders. But no sex. I admire women a lot. I do not view them as sex objects. Sue me.

Hi, Jesus

Is what I would say if I were blessed to meet Him tomorrow. What else would I say? My Lord and King, Savior, High Priest, Only begotten Son of God, how are you? Fine, He would say and laugh quietly. Wanna hear a joke, Jesus? I'd say. The bartender said, "why the long face?" Aww, you always know the end from the beginning, Lord. Yes, Jesus would say. Then I'd talk to Him about how He made the universe.

Am I having fun yet?

Looks like no on that one. I've been where this sad guy is now. Not invited to eat with "the" crowd at school, church or work. Not a fun place to be. I have in my time done the work, followed the rules, been nice to "the" crowd, but not many times was I ever asked to eat with them. So long, memory that has tormented me. I simply do not care anymore.

My favorite thing to do

Is show-up for work wearing a pig mask. Cool, right? Who would expect a quiet-natured guy like myself to do such an outlandish thing? No one. That's why it is so hilarious. And to make it even more side-splitting, I would even do pig sounds, "Oink! Oink! Squeal!" as I walked into my office. That evening it didn't work at the Unemployment Office.

Depression? Look again

At the person sitting on the wooden bench. Do you see them crying? No. Do you see them beating the bench--taking their anger out for someone hurting them? No. What you see is my idea of a perfect afternoon. Silence, peace, sun peeking through the clouds. My school of thought says who needs a big crowd to feel like a person?

Why not have pigs as pets?

Because of nature. Pigs like all things as babies, are cute and cuddly, but they do grow up. And love to eat. As a grown pig, they can set you back several hundred dollars a week in feed. I love baby pigs, but not adult pigs, because I am not going to keep a pig penned-up. That's cruel.

Snow and back-alleys

Are not my two favorite things. I love snowmen. I also love clean and friendly alleyways where people are civil, but I cannot tolerate being alone in a big city and it snowing and my "Uncle Thad," sending me on an unneeded errand to get him some toothpaste.

Kenny, do not fret. She's out there somewhere

If I had a buck for each time I have heard this one, I'd be sitting in Destin, Florida right now sipping a cup of fresh Colombian coffee talking to a new friend I had made. "She's" out there. Who is "she" anyway? Look at the pretty girl in the photo. Would I love to meet her and talk about life and things until the wee hours of forever? Yes. I cannot be more plain than that. And is "she" really out there? Yes. I will agree on that. But that also scares me.

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Comments 18 comments

Sueswan 3 years ago

Dearest Kenneth,

And is "she" really out there? I think "she" has gone to Mexico with Harry.

Voted up and awesome

Hugs

Susan


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

A great idea to clean out the attic. Trouble is, it starts filling up again straight away! An interesting hub.


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catgypsy 3 years ago from the South

A great idea...we all need to clean out the attic of our minds! I've found that most things we don't get are a blessing in the end. Life is funny that way.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and interesting. I enjoyed this. You're right from time to time it's good to clean out the attics of our minds. I have so many old memories there I wonder if I still need them all. Perhaps that she will just magically pop up in front of you one day. Passing this on.


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onegreenparachute 3 years ago from Greenwood, B.C., Canada

An "Attic of the Mind" - what a great idea! I visit mine often but I'm not sure I could sort it out. One thing leads to another and there I am, lost in thought again.

Voted up and shared.


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

Cool hub. Pleasant reading as usual, with some laughs while your subconscious tackles the more serious side--in the attic. I like your style.


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Susan,

thank you for your warm comments. Loved them.

And you may be right. "She," and Harry just might be in Mexico, but how long can she stand him talking about you?


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, BlossomSB,

You are so right, dear. I must remember your comment when I start my attic cleaning.

Thanks for reading and commenting on his hub.


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear catgypsy,

Hi. Hope you are we'll. thank you for your wise comment.

You too are right. But there's no law against dreaming.

LOL!

Call us if you need anything.


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Gypsy Rose Lee,

Thanks for your sweet remarks. I appreciate it. "She" just might pop-up one day, but by then I will be elderly and cannot remember who or why she's there.

Rats!


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

onegreenparachute,

Thank you for your comment that echoes my thinking on attic-cleaning.

I'd just stop and inspect each memory big and small, and time would go by and I'd procrastinate.

Good thought, huh?


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, MsDora,

Thank you so very much for your nice remarks. I needed to hear some confidence-building words.

God bless you richly.


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Cantuhearmescream 3 years ago from New York

Kenneth,

Well this just has to be about one of the most interesting hubs I've ever read and what a unique concept. I've just been piling boxes upon boxes in my attic; I thought that would be easier than cleaning it out... I shall reevaluate my strategy! :D

Great hub... hope all is well.

Cat


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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

Can't believe I missed this one, Kenny! Fortunately, my new friend, Cat, shared it. I think we all have to clean out our mental attics from time to time. It's a good way to cleanse oneself, so to speak. Voted it up!


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi there, Cat,

"Thank you very much for your comment. That sounds hollow, but it's from my heart."

"I love all of my wonderful followers."

"Please have a quiet night."

"I'm fighting a good fight."


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, sweet writinglover,

Thank you for your input and you are right. I need mental cleansing (neat song title for the late Marvin Gaye), every two weeks, I like that title, "mental cleansing."

@ Cat . . .thank you for sharing with writinglover.


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Austinstar 3 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

Whoa! Poetry in prose form. I love it. Guess I found a new hub friend. Seriously, this is good stuff. I think we should all clean out our attic.


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kenneth avery 3 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, Austin,

Thanks. Yep. And yep.

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