Temporarily out of touch
During one of my soul searching endeavors many years ago I found out, good ideas don’t come everyday and readily plucked out from nowhere. It may suddenly fall, pouring down from the sky in the middle of whatever imaginable we are doing. The idea may comes while we are sitting on a deserted beach, under a palm tree watching the vast horizon, or while cooking our favorite meals in the newly renovated kitchen or even in the middle of heated discussion with our boss on on just a trivial matter. Or we may digest the whole volume of Encyclopaedia Britannica and try to swallow every single word written on it, and the only creative idea flashing in our mind was how to shut somebody’s really big mouth while at the same time trying to save ours from doing the same.
Incidentally, I have also developed a rather peculiar self-preference since the first time I was introduced to a 386 and WordStar4.0 many years back. I don’t know about you guys, I found my ideas flow flawlessly and faster if I type rather than trying to scribble them on a piece of paper. It seems the microprocessor inside my brain (most probably yours too) works super duper fast, at a fraction of milliseconds presumably, the muscle and quick reflexes of my hand is relatively a mere sloth and just could not match with the speedy flow of brain nerves.
In ordinary and normal folk like us, fortunately this brain-muscle type of relationship works with harmony. Obviously we don’t want this complicated balance become disrupted. As I also noticed quite a few of our own kind, which in most cases is quite rare, seem to suffer from the speech-abnormality syndrome – you talk first then only you think. The muscle and reflexes work faster than the brain. In a layman term this would fit into a term called ‘mulut tempayan’. Luckily it is quite curable. If this unlucky individual live during the legendary Megat Panji Alam era, a hard slap on the face would easily do.