The Truth In The Details

Sometimes, as I’m falling asleep, my sense of size seems to change.  I don’t know what it’s called, or whether it even has a name.  I tried to find some details about it on t’interweb, but other than other people having experienced the same thing, I can’t find anything about the cause.

I’ll be dropping off, and my head feels tiny on the pillow.  Not just that, but I’ll be picturing things, maybe in an early stage of dreaming, and those things that should be tiny feel absolutely massive.  It’s like being able to hold a single grain of sand between finger tips and being able to feel all the details on the surface of that grain of sand like it’s actually the size of a football.

That’s what I felt like taking this photo of a model building at my parents’ a while ago.

detail-full

OK, yes, I realise most people will be able to tell that it’s ornamental.  But use your imagination and parts of this could be life-size; it could be real.

Knowing just how many details you need to be able to judge a situation has, for a long time, been a theme of this blog.  I think I can have a bit of an overactive imagination which, when teamed with my aversion to risk, means that that I’m not always very good at seeing as what is real.  I figure that I’m just seeing details that I want to see.

How many details do you need to be able to make a decision?

My girlfriend, my dumb donut
Went up to a party just the other night
But three hours later and seven shots of jäger
She was in the bedroom with another guy

And I don’t really wanna know
So don’t tell me anymore
And I really don’t wanna hear
About her feet all up in the air

And well I’m not the one who acted like a hoe
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I’m not the one who messed up big time
So spare me the details if you don’t mind

Now I can understand friends who wanna tell me
They think they’re gonna help me, open up my eyes
But the play by play makes me wanna lose it
Every time you do it man, it turns the knife

And I don’t really wanna know
So don’t tell me anymore
And I really don’t wanna hear
About her feet all up in the air

And well I’m not the one who acted like a hoe
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I’m not the one who messed up big time
So spare me the details if you don’t mind

Now I don’t need to hear about the sounds they were makin’
And I don’t need to hear about how long it was takin’
Or how the walls they were shakin’

Now lying in bed wallowing in sorrow
Missin’ the tomorrow that we could have had
Running through my head, over and over
Things I never told her that just make me sad

And it drives me insane sittin with a vision
stuck with that image burned into my brain
And I feel so dumb that I could ever trust her
When someone else fucked her, then walked away

And I don’t really wanna know
So don’t tell me anymore
And I really don’t wanna hear
About her feet all up in the air

And so I’m not the one who acted like a hoe
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I’m not the one who messed up big time
So spare me the details if you don’t mind

Cuz I don’t wanna know
Don’t wanna know
(Spare me the details if you don’t mind)
Don’t wanna know
(Spare me the details if you don’t mind)
Don’t wanna know…

Spare Me The Details by The Offspring

 

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