I’ve started a Tumblr that’s serving as a graveyard for ideas I had that have sat around in my brain since time immemorial taking up space and getting fat on blood that should have been going to newer, more evolved, more practical ideas.
The problem you see is that I have a lot of shitty ideas. Well, that maybe isn’t so much the problem is that I have some shitty ideas and some awesome ideas but the shitty ideas sit up front and make noise, distracting the whole class.
I tend to hoard ideas for years and years. They start out wide-eyed and optimistic. “We’re gonna change the world” is their refrain. Soon, as I let them stew a bit, they get a bit despondent, they go out a little too much, drink vast amounts of cheap alcohol and talk in bellicose terms abut how I had better “Wise up soon and make good on the promises that were made.” As time goes on, they rot and fall apart, but not without a struggle. The problem is, I like the new ideas. I like the feel of them, the look of them. I’m basically an idea paedophile. Once an idea gets even a little bit old, I lose interest. They disgust me. Eventually these ideas end up segregated to an increasingly large portion of my brain. It’s a dark place. You don’t ever want to go in there.
So hopefully, this Tumblr will be a good place for them to die with some grace. I can stop getting drunk at parties and telling people that “I have this great fucking idea for a new kind of soup!”
It’s called Ideas I Do Not Want.
