The Placement Of Thought

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April 23, 2021

The placement of thought.  Where shall it land? Will it grow?  Was it wise to bring it forward?  Who am I to think such a feeling needed to be seen and or heard?  The placement of thought.  I could never do modern day Talk Radio.  Politics are like religion.  Expect to lose a lot of connections.  I’m not really into sports.  If they could get the game over in 30 minutes or less you might have my attention.  During these days of radio evolution, the politics of the vocal sport is still seen as a profitable opportunity for radio station owners to always brag about how their position on the dial is every bit worthy of why you should be advertising.  In an age of so many choices and instant favorite songs on YouTube, I’m blown away by the enormous egos that terrestrial radio continues to cling to.  Not bashing!  It’s a placement of thought.  I don’t know who’s more blind, a mouse or the station owner that fired their staff during the pandemic and they still have the balls to call themselves local. Every one of us have social media to put on display our thoughts.  Social media has the power to erase your thoughts.  To silence your willingness to share thoughts.  I endlessly feel embarrassed for the person nearby that’s having face to face time and every bit of their conversation is broadcast in what little space is available.  Mom’s yelling at kids.  Friends talking junk.  The grocery list is never complete until you leave the store because someone’s always gonna call and demand that you pick something else up.  The placement of thought.  What is your source?  How does it arrive? How long does it take you to trust you?  What if what you think no longer matters?  Hmm I wonder if my parents felt that way when I was 18 and already married.  At nearly 59 I look back at that decision making moment and still call it one of the best made.  I had a thought.  So I activated it.  Whoa.  What if you found reason to take your thoughts out of hiding and put it out there for others to see, hear, experience and quite possibly throw away.  It’s when you don’t share your thoughts that time has a way of poisoning the moment.  You’re putting us in a vat full of assumption.  Not judgement.  Assumption.  Without communication. Without thoughts.  We’re left to create our own.