Who talked me into this?

A few days ago, an unsettling thought crossed my mind. I came to realise that my memories of all the places I have travelled to, the people I've met, the things I've seen, are fading faster than I had realised. Perhaps there are too many great memories, perhaps I am too busy worrying about what to do in the future that I am storing the past away into a deep dark cupboard, shoving it carelessly into my subconscious.

At the time, I didn't really know what to do about this. Should I just hope that memories of what I have done over the last 22 years will crop at random? In many ways I wish this to be exactly how it happens. I hope they appear in a ridiculous order that makes me laugh, but at the same time I worry for those memories that never reappear, and stay in the cupboard forever.

For this reason I have taken it upon myself to log/blog some of the stories, quirky thoughts, memories and basically anything that has made me laugh, into this journally type e-diary thing.

I must also pay credit to my friend Clara Norstrom. This delightful, not to mention rather beautiful, Swedish girl put me on to the idea of writing one of these bloggy things. She said to me: "I've been writing things in one for years...you don't have to write deep stuff all the time,

I write stupid things. It can be whatever's on your mind."

To me that opened up a world of opportunity. A chance to store great memories so that I never lose them (I know I have photos, but it's nice to keep the stories too) and a chance to write all the stupid, ridiculous things that make me laugh every day - invariably when I should be focussing on something serious and I'm too busy distracting myself by finding everything funny.

I should on that note explain the title of this thing: A Great Sense of the Ridiculous. Simply put, it describes my sense of humour. I somehow have an ability to find anything funny. I will observe a regular day to day situation, and my mind will extrapolate it to a bizarre level; I will add my own background music or silly voice to a person I'm looking at, without even meaning to do it, and instantly find them - and the situation - hilarious. I am not explaining this well. I fear I cannot explain it properly.

The point is, my parents recognised this trait some years ago, and it has been something they have told me ever since. I will be laughing and making a bizarre comment about something we have all just watched on TV, and my mother will say "Christopher, you really do have a great sense of the ridiculous don't you".

She's right. I have and I hope that I always will have. From here on in I hope to write some of those bizarre little thoughts, maybe even get a bit of insight into how my own head works. I don't expect anybody reading this to understand just how my mind does work. I'm pretty sure I won't either.