So…
I mentioned in a former post (“If You Don’t Mind”) that I think there has been some talk of scanning my brain, and lately I’ve been obsessed (maybe I shouldn’t use that word when speaking of my brain….) - I’ve been somewhat obsessed, in a non-crazy way of course, with why I don’t think I want anyone to scan my brain!
Here a just a few, in no particular order:
- The other night I couldn’t sleep, even though it was very late - and I was driving myself crazy (because I’M NOT already there!)…anyway, I was going crazy because I couldn’t finish random Shakespearean quotes which I had memorized 20 years ago. So, after about an hour, I had Byron Google-ing things like “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in its petty pace”…….or something like that - Because I couldn’t possibly sleep until I had completed the 5 or 6 quotes I couldn’t seem to recall.
- I can’t travel over long bridges without an an “all purpose escape tool” that breaks the windshield, cuts the seat belts, and even has a little flashlight.
- I’m a grown woman with a “blankie” - it used to be a lovely fur blanket, but now it more resembles a ratty old bathrobe! Still I would take it everywhere if I could…especially on trips….along with my “all purpose escape tool”!!
- I love a clean kitchen, especially wiping down surfaces - over and over…. But, I’ve been known to go into a clean kitchen to make a peanut butter sandwich, only 2 ingredients, yet when I walk out of said kitchen, it will look like a crime scene…pots and pans everywhere…crazy utensils….bottles with lids off…….. - and just shrug my shoulders when a family member asks, “WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED IN HERE!!”
- Some people think I have an unusual fear of clowns - But, it’s not true, I’m only terrified by the sub-human, demon clowns who live in the sewer system and just wait for me to wander off so they can…..well, actually, I’ll start crying uncontrollably if I continue. But, this is not abnormal like those people who are afraid of little chubby, happy clowns. Now that’s just plain nuts!!
- The sound of chewing can make me think bad bad thoughts and go to my bad place. (Just so you know!)
- I only like to do laundry in the middle of the night.
- I secretly like it when people call me Angela, but hate it when people who don’t know me well call me “Ang”.
- I think I have every illness in an episode of “House” - and sometimes I’m right!
- I have random knowledge of things I shouldn’t know like the lyrics to songs written before I was born and what medications it’s okay to mix (trust me, I’m not a doctor, but I have watched almost EVERY episode of “House” after all)!
- I tend to obsess about things……such as, what a scan of my brain would look like and how they would probably be so confused by it that they’d have to call in…someone just like Dr. House!
Just a little window into the colors in my world.

Peace.













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