It’s Day Three of the Search for Mark Melanson, the Milford man who has become so lost in his own thoughts that he cannot find his way back to reality.
As family and friends gather inside Melanson’s home, members of the State Police, the Maine Guide Service, and numerous volunteers have formed a massive search party.
“I just want my Daddy back,” wailed young Heather Melanson, who then wiped her runny nose on this Modern Philosopher’s toga.
“I don’t get how he could be gone for so darn long,” complained Robby Thibodeau, Melanson’s ne’er-do-well brother-in-law. “Mark ain’t exactly a brain surgeon, so it’s not like there are so many thoughts bouncing around for him to get lost in.”
I was drawn to this story not only by it’s unique (okay, bizarre) nature, but also because it had to do with a man and his Deep Thoughts. I have brought an extra toga to the Melanson home, and plan to present it to Mark upon his safe return.
“It’s going to be tough traveling,” explained John Dough, the Maine Guide tasked with leading the search. “Any time you go into unchartered territory, such as the mind of a total stranger, you know you’re apt to face anything. It’s really difficult to prepare for the unknown. You never know what you’re going to find.”
In hopes of making the search a little less surprising, Authorities interviewed Melanson’s wife, Gigi, for a good hour. “We’re expecting to run into a lot of thoughts about hunting, the New England Patriots, snowshoeing, and Kate Upton,” State Police Chief Warren Mune explained. “Of course, not every wife knows what’s going on inside her husband’s head, so we’re sure there will still be a few surprises.”
While the searchers go about their business, the friends and family members at the missing man’s home continue to regale each other with stories of Melanson’s past, while also trying to stay positive. “We know they’ll find Mark,” his neighbor, Charlie “Moose” Roberson, assured me. “He’s never had the best sense of direction, but he loves his wife and kids, so he’ll make sure he gets back to them.”
Readers, while I know I’m always encouraging you to pound out the Deep Thoughts, I never caution you of the potential dangers of getting lost in them. Please exercise caution when thinking. It can be very tempting to wander off the beaten path and avoid reality for awhile, but you need to stay safe, focused, and know when you’ve been gone too long.
I want you all to think, but fight the temptation to get lost in there. Let go of thoughts that make you sad, and don’t linger too long on happy ones because too much fantasy might cause you to hate your reality.
What do you think, Modern Philosophers? Will they be able to bring him back? What’s the longest you’ve even gotten lost in your own thoughts? Have you ever tried to get lost in the thoughts of someone else?
I’ll be at the Melansons’ if anyone needs me. I look forward to your comments on this. Please think good thoughts for Mark and his family during this trying time…

Yup, we always end up in reality sooner or later. No matter how long we try to stay lost, some idiot up there in the brain says something about dishes or that the cat needs to be fed. He’ll be back.
I know I have a tendency to get lost in my thoughts, especially when I’m upset, so this story scared a little bit of reality into me…
Do you have a cat?
Yes, I do. Why do you ask?
Cats have a way of forcing us back into reality. That’s all. “Wake up. Feed me. Play with me. Sleep with me.” These are the refrains of cats everywhere.
Banky happens to be whining his way through the living room as we type this…
And my little girl is staring at me in a meaningful way that I’m sure I could decipher if I had her superior intelligence. Hang tough. You’ll find your way out of your deep thoughts too. If not, Banky will come get you in time for dinner.
I’m fine. Not lost at all. Might’ve been this morning, but I have a system for getting back. I’d share it with Mr Melanson, but he’s currently not available…
To answer your questions, yes, a few hours at most tops (OK, maybe a day or two), and welcome to my world on that last one. If he’s been gone that long, he might have been captured by an inner demon…the best cure for that is a heady dose of unconditional love. I’d recommend having Heather sit on his lap and hug him for a bit, thinking happy daddy thoughts. That should help him break free.
I will recommend that to the authorities.
He is probably walking the maze in his mind and having difficulty finding the way out. Has anyone tried shouting in his ear? He might be able to follow the voices and find his way home. Wasn’t there a movie about researchers who entered other peoples dreams? I think they encountered some really spooky and dangerous critters in those dreams. Just saying that the movie might have the solution to guiding this poor man home.
I have been lost in thought for long periods of time, but I usually come back when I slam my face into the front door I walked into.
My thoughts and good wishes are sent to his family and friends. You tread lightly, my friend. We don’t want to lose you too!
I don’t know if anyone’s shouted in his ear, but maybe I’ll go over and give that a shot. We all have so much going on in our heads, and I know the maze inside mine gets complicated at times…
i will let you know when i stop being lost in my thoughts,if that ever happens.
Just let us know if we ever have to come looking for you…
LOL ok i will, thank-you kind sir.
Have you ever visited the Avenue of the Giants? It’s a bit of a time warp and the kitschy shops abound. I couldn’t resist purchasing a message engraved on a piece of redwood. It read, “I’ve gone out to search for myself. If I should return before I get back, please keep me here.” Until now, I had no idea how useful that sign really is. IF only Mr. Melanson and his family had known to heed that advice. On the other hand, I’m wondering if they checked in his sock drawer. If there are any missing socks, he may have run off with one…just sayin’.
I thought one was always supposed to bring a towel when traveling. Or does that only apply to space travel? Hmmmm….
Towels are good, but most socks don’t use towels…I was suspecting that he may not really be lost but instead off on a junket with an adventurous sock. Those socks love to run off, usually by themselves but you never know, he might have been invited along to where ever it is that single socks like to go.
Do single socks go to a place different from married socks?
1. Your followers are as clever as you are. I’m confused about some of it (Heather?), but it’s all quite charming.
2. Why would Mother and Father Dough name their child John?
3. And. . .what is up with this: I was drawn to this story not only by it’s unique. . . .? Hmm? HMMMM???? Are you mocking me? Is that a mock? (I don’t know if there’s a smiley with a raised eyebrow — so just picture that.)
Heather is Mark’s daughter, and she is quoted early on in the piece before she wiped her snotty nose on my new toga. John Dough’s last name is pronounced as if spelled “Duff”. Mainers have some odd names. Did you see there’s a new Die Hard movie out? They use that saying that similar to your screen name in all the commercials…
Augh. I scrolled back up to find Heather, but apparently not far enough. I’m having a lost in my own thoughts kind of day here. Sorry.
I haven’t seen the movie, but every time I hear the commercial, I feel an odd sort of validation. The movie sponsored one of the NFL playoff games and the announcers kept saying, “The Yippie Ki-Yay Post Game Show!!” I laughed.
I know you’re a fan (of the movies, that is). Have you seen it?
I don’t like going to the movies alone, so I haven’t seen it yet. Maybe some day…
Soon, I’m sure.
Perhaps.
He’s mocking you.
I thought so.
Writers. ::shaking head in resignation::
Who’s mocking her?
Bring a towel…..I love it!
Where do you get all the cool, funny, topical pictures you use in your blog posts? Do you draw them yourself, or find them online?
Come on, Dave, you know I can’t draw. I just grab those all off of Google. It’s very handy. I hope you can appreciate that today’s post is much more cheery than yesterday’s…
Well, if he is anything like me, he may be researching for a novel that he is writing. Research always leads me to other random thoughts, which lead me to distractions, which lead me to something shiny, which I then chase for hours on end. Maybe he found a ball of yarn and is now wrestling it in some forgotten room in his house.
A lot of Deep Thoughts there…
I did notice, Austin. Glad to see it.
We’re trying here. Got a little black cloudy up here, so it’s hard to write in that kind of weather, you know?
Been lost for a long time [never coming back], so, whether they find him or not; the torturing of souls and a dog always makes for a capturing story. thanks for sharing
Glad you enjoyed it.
You are amazingly creative.
Thank you. It’s just something that comes to me…
LOVE THIS! As usual, your posts are amazingly clever and hilarious!
Thank you. The blog is a very therapeutic way for me to work out the issues of my day. I might’ve gotten a little lost in my thoughts this morning…
Only when I run… but trust me, they aren’t that deep.
Very funny.
Thank you. I’m glad that you liked it and that you run.
Do I know that guy? I swear he’s one of my employees
I don’t know. His name is right there. I didn’t realize you were in Maine…
I used to be accused of that, way back in the day. But no way I was lucky enough to be lost in thought for three days. I envy that guy.
He should’ve left a trail of breadcrumbs…
If only at least one possible trail led to a gingerbread house studded with candy.
That could lead to problems for him, though…
I blame the reading material
in the washroom
~
my 3 year old
daughter thinks my
occupation is reading
in the john
~
whenever I’m not around
she asks
“Is dad pooing again?”
Cute.
Have you ever read Jasper Fforde? If you haven’t, I think you would really, really like his stuff.
Is he the one who wrote about traveling back through books? If so, then yes…
I don’t get lost I’m country. I hope Mark gets back though. Can’t be much in them thoughts but snow filled nightmares.
Hmmm…
The smell of bacon and coffee usually allows me to follow my nose back into reality….
Mmmm…bacon….
Love the story. Can I narrate it for my podcast? I clearly identify it as your story, here is the link, http://kriskkaria.podbean.com/
Sure. Can you send me a link once it’s done?
Oh yes, I always send a link and I add a link to your blog on my podcast page, too.
Awesome. Go for it!
Here it is, in audio, http://kriskkaria.podbean.com/.
I love it! I shared it on my Facebook. Thank you, and let me know if you ever want to do another…