One, two, buckle my shoe,
Three, four, open the – Oh! Hello, I didn’t see you there.
Don’t be alarmed!
No. No.
Take it easy. Sit down. Stay for a while.
You may be wondering where Tom is… well, he’s still here. Somewhere.
We’ve given him the night off… From this posting malarkey anyhow.
Some of you may remember us. Me. I know you do. Yes – you! I am writing to you… that’s it – I saw that quick smile.
I’m Fingers. Told you you’d remember me – my typing’s come on in leaps and bounds since last we met. Inner Zombie is here, and so are Thomasina and the Inner Scientist.
Zombie and Scientist really should get their own names… Thomasina did so after being called the Inner Woman for so long drove her to despair. She needed her own personality. Her own definition. She needed to become a character in her own right.
Obviously, we all have our own personalities, otherwise we wouldn’t be aspects, would we?
We’re not really real, you know. We’re just thoughts. But we help with the ideas. We give gentle pushes to Tom when he (which is usually the case but don’t tell him) is wandering through life in a daze.
Scientist has ideas bursting forth, but can’t take control long enough to do anything about them.
Zombie has ideas too… but we all agree those ideas should really not have the option to burst forth. Zombie grunts a lot, and we take that to be in agreement.
And Thomasina, well, she’s having kittens at the moment. She’s been manipulating Tom, from ‘behind the scenes’ as it were, making him grow his hair long. She has a thing for long hair, and wanted the chance to be able to tie some real hair up or back for once, rather than fussing with the imaginary hair that she styles day in and day out. But Tom has announced his plans for a haircut. Thomasina’s beside herself. One Thomasina is bad enough, but two. Sigh.
With there being so many of us aspects – there are more who Tom has either neglected to mention, or banished to the furthest reaches of the Universe never to be seen again (sometimes he has good ideas – I usually take the credit for those ones!), we can become a little frustrated when our splendiferous ideas just drift back into the grey matter where we exist.
Thomasina screams ‘choose number twelve’ when Tom is picking a new set of Lottery numbers. Tom doesn’t listen and picks 42 instead. Twelve is drawn, and Tom wonders why he didn’t pick that.
Scientist blames modern living. Too much to think about stops us normal thoughts from being picked up clearly. Or someone on the other side of the world tunes in and runs with our ideas. Liberty!
I’m guiding Tom with this book he’s writing, but he does insist on utilising the other Fingers. The old one. The one woh tpyse lkei thsi. That one – no good to anyone – but Tom will not listen… and instead blames me!
Zombie’s stirring now. We don’t have much chance to get our thoughts out into the real world, and Tom usually forgets about them when we get them to him.
At least I’ve managed to get only a small few here, through this blogging medium. A marvellous idea, if I say so myself, and I should – I gave Tom the shove to do it.
Talking of shoves, we’ve got to go now. The real Tom’s managed to get Zombie off of him, and he’s taking control again.
So many thoughts, and so little time to share them. Ah well… such is the way of the world.
We’ll try and get back soon!
Five, six, pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, lay them #
Hmmm. Not bad at all, this automatic writing. I may try it again sometime. Sideview has provided her Weekend Theme challenge once again, and this post seems to tie in with it rather nicely. Remarkable actually, when you think that the theme is So Many *** So Little ***. Coincidence! Pop along to her site if you want to play along. It is fun!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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