Monday, March 27, 2006

Comfort Doodlings

Banging on things, staring into fires, doodling on rough-textured emu toes while chatting on the phone...

Sometimes, there are things in life that just seem to be so natural, so comfortable and so easy.
They're the things that gracefully call to us, enticing our primal subconscious, and luring us into game-play without ever requiring a second-guess or a reconsideration...

Let's call these things "Comfort Doodlings" (...because..., I've been told that "Banging, Fire-staring and Emu-decorating" was already copyrighted by a Swiss psychologist to denote an oft-neglected, abnormal-tendency disorder prevalent among down-under pyromaniacs with mobile phones...)

Anyway, these "Comfort Doodlings" are different for everyone.

For some, these experiences come with simply devouring chips and guacamole, dissecting amphibians, cycling into the wall at the gym, watching a good movie, partaking in orgasm-goaled orthopedics (--hey, some people are into that--), and taking romantic walks on the beach.

Me, though..., I'm much simpler.
For me, I'm comfortably doodling when I'm being ass-soaked by moist soil under an Oak tree, writing incoherent perceptions, miming conversation with someone whose language and culture don't translate, reading my way into a fun, new world, engaging in mental impiety while observing an orange blossom-driven hummingbird, taking a bus in a foreign country without knowing its destination, exploring "whys" with curious kids, discovering a novel instrument as new music is conceived, and discussing arbitrarily relevant subjects like home-made salad dressing, skunk-dating habits and the dental benefits of purgatory inhabitants.

But... the reason I set out to write this post (though I seem to have gotten a bit silly-style side-tracked...)
was to express how Rico Suave smooth and comfortable it is to hang out with old friends.

I recently saw a core group of kids that I knew from age three through highschool.

And, though, we've all changed immensely, are on different paths. it was oh-so doodle-comforting to be in their presence!

What can I say? Nothing calls for Comfort Doodles like chilling with someone who knows you used to be a book geek, who saw every truth-or-dare you fumbled when you were twelve, was there when you began your portfolio of Firsts, and remembers when you used to wear florescent Body Glove accessories and pretend like you were a mountain bike expert...

Ahhh, yes... everyone's got their Comfort Doodling favorites... (be they blogging, skipping rope, panda-painting, laughing with the family, creating stick figures, eating raw horse, walking the dog or whistling...)

I DO sometimes wonder, though, if anyone else's comfort doodling involves pineneedles and prisms...

11 comments:

dingobear said...

Great post, -c. Reading your writing is fast becoming a "comfort doodle" of my own.

Cap'n Rich said...

I'd never thought of it before but that's exactly what emus need...decorating.


Inspiring post, -c. You really come across when you are just doodling. More, more.

Cap'n Rich said...

I re read your Comfort Doodlings two more times, decided it needed further comment from me.


I think you are on to sumthin' here. People spend their entire lives not knowing that they are subconsciencely seeking their own Comfort Doodlings. I agree that we all have them.


You have effectively stated the path that my confused and troubled artist friends should take.


Start with a 'doodle' in your media and if it feels comfortable pursue it until it feels right then stop.


-c explained it best. should be required reading.


Oh yes. I have enjoyed pine needles and have taken several courses involving light and prisams, but eating raw horse meat is not one of my 'comfort Doodlings'as of yet. :)

MagicalSis said...

How 'bout discussing crop circles, whether or not I "comprehend" infinity, cases of reincarnation and jumping out of airplanes naked. These are good subjects. Not mundane, I don't do to well with the mundane.

I doodle sometimes when I have to sit still and listen to others share their experience. It is like their words are giving me abstract pictures to put down.

Neat post.

Anonymous said...

I've got a friend who doodles whenever their's negative vibes flying around. It's not an illustration of the vibes; rather it is a distraction from them. She's smart.

L said...

for me, comfort doodling usually involves actual doodling :)

frustratedwriter said...

my comfort doodling generally involves the capturing of armordillos and waxing them before painting them bright colors so they can be easily seen when smashed on the hiways of Texas. Oh, I also like to blog.

-c said...

dingobear- aww...I'm feeling all gooshy inside...

cap'n rich- Thanks for your great comments. I agree, and would say that every great creation started with a doodle of sorts...

magicalSis- how bout jumping from a plane nude, pondering infinity on your way down, landing in a crop circle and immediately being reincarnated?

anonymous- yeah, i'd say vibes of all polarities call for some good doodling!

l- I'm quite the fan, myself!

frustrated- I always wondered who the altruistic soul out there was that kept the highways speckled with vibrant, fur-textured colors!

Anonymous said...

With all due respect, the last time I saw an armudillah it wasn't covered in fur. Rather, it has a shell but not like a turtle's. Them armudillahs is real unique like.

-c said...

anonymous- you're right! My bad. Hey, I never claimed to be nuthin smart... Toothbrush bristles is still made with lizard scales, ain't they?

Dunzo said...

Toothbrushes...WHAT ARE THEY?!

No, but really. You know that toothbrushes were first made in Tennessee right? They'd have been called teethbrushes anywhere else!!!

HARDEE HAR HAR...LOL

:)