The Key to Imaginationland is bending in the Lock

As a child, I was never a recluse, I just had a very vivid imagination. By that I mean I wasn't so lonely that I created a special little fairy tale world were the troubles of being a toddler couldn't get me, I simply sometimes got lost in my own mind, mainly slaughtering ninjas, dragons and pretending to be a wrestler. My imagination was something I was hugely proud of as I was never bored, literally, I never had a dull moment in my childhood, as my mother told three of my closest friends while we were eating in a restaurant; "John could entertain himself with a piece of string for hours" (I'm still teased about that). I had such a imaginative mind that I very often struggled to go to sleep at night, partly because I was terrified of the dark and I live in a creaky 100+ year old house with a picture outside my door that I could see faces looking at me in,

The faces are in the buildings on the right hand side

There's two faces here

This is the eye and nose of a very white girl who was victim to the two faces on the other part of the picture

 but mainly because, when I got into bed (which I renamed "the imagination-station") I unleashed the full potential of my mind and got so excited and engaged that I forgot to go to sleep sometimes.

The thing is, lately it seems that my imagination has dulled hugely. I discovered this while on the toilet (bare with me, it'll make sense soon), yes we all use the toilet so don't call me disgusting, it's just a fact of life, in fact some people are into that sort of thing, but that's a different blog for a different day. Anyway, my downstairs toilet looks like this;

Anyone who has had the privilege of using said toilet may have noticed that the tiles have indentations on them creating random patterns. Exhibit A;

I was looking at the tiles yesterday and remembered that I had created 100's of characters out of the patterns, in fact, I had created at least 1 character per tile in that whole bathroom. I desperately tried to find them all again, and to my shock and horror I realised could only find 3!!! 3 out of over 100!! Here are three of the characters in question so that you understand what I'm talking about.

This is two of the characters.

Firstly we have "Mr Sneak", I believe that's what I called him, or something to that effect. He wore a Zorro mask, cape and his long hair blew in the wind.

Secondly, "The Blob Monster" he spewed green, poisonous gunk on all his victims 

The only other character I could remember or find was in this tile.

Here's a little help if you couldn't see him

I'm nearly 100% sure I called this guy Alfred the Alien.

So yes, I'm slightly worried by this sudden realisation that my imagination is disappearing as fast as a sparrow can flap it's wings. So what's the reason? Maybe it's because of that (insert angry swear word insult here) named puberty, he's failed me in so many ways, especially when my voice goes squeaky and high. Maybe all this revision is leaving no room for the airy fairy things of life, or maybe it's because I've been maturing so much lately... doubt it. Whatever the reason it's highly vexatious. 

I tried to think of a solution to the problem and the saying that stuck out in my mind is that "television destroys your imagination." However, I always found that TV inspired my imagination rather than destroyed it, but I can see were the people that say that are coming from. 

Anyway, this may seem like it's not serious, but it honestly has annoyed me hugely and kind of scared me a bit but hey, que sera sera.

Also if anyone wants to cheer me up, purchase me on of these;

That's all from me for today, have a marvellous Monday, or what's left of it anyway.

Omnes te amo

xox