The Problem with Great Ideas

The Problem with Great Ideas.

The problem with great ideas is, that they come at a time when its impossible to write them down.
I, for instance, get my greatest ideas while having bath and I can never seem to find a peice of paper or a pen in the bathroom. so i just keep mumbling the idea to myself while i scrub, soap and shampoo myself, in the vain hope that i might retain some information till the bath be done. and then just when am minutes from bursting out from the loo and scribbling furiously on a peice of paper the most disasterous thing happens. while am towelling my hair, the idea slips past the doors of my mind and is lost forever. this always happens.


the other place i get great ideas is while am on the pot, cleaning the intestines off last nights dinner. this i must say, is a considerably more tricky situation because, try as you might, you just cant go leaping and bounding out of the bathroom screaming, "EUREKA, EUREKA!" if you have shit wedged in your ass. its is an awful situation, where you are under both, physical and mental pressure. and by the time i have washed up, i have also washed my hands off that marvelous idea.

And there are worse times to get great ideas as well. for instance while having sex. that is even more tricky than any other situation. there you are, grunting, panting and thrusting away, having, more or less the time of your life, when suddenly, your mind plays a cruel joke on you and gives the most peach of all ideas. now you're in dilemma. now you're in Catch-22. on one hand you dont want to let go off that one in a million idea and on the other hand you need to finish what you started. your in throes of passion, and here comes the great idea. you decide that you have to do first things first and then once you have satisfied yourself, you will peacefully write down the precious thought. besides if you suddenly pull out, you will have a lot of explaining to do, and she wont appreciate one bit that having sex with her makes you think of the laws of gravity.

so you begin hurrying the process up. you finish up but then your mind goes blank. the idea has gone. your dearly, precious, beautiful, ethereal, wonderful and breath-taking idea is lost. your baby is gone. all you are left with is an unsatisfied woman and your own misery.

that is the problem with great ideas.

By Editor Man