Apparently, you can momentarily forget the proper method for putting on a shirt…
Tag: #life
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Sometimes… my brain is weird.
i’ll be having a conversation, right? And the other person asks me a question. instead of thinking through a response, my brain puts up this message with two responses (generally, one super direct and/or sarcastic, and one more muted and compassionate.) and demands that i choose before speaking can be initiated. if i don’t choose, i can’t process words to speak. and if i’m caught off guard, when i do choose, i sometimes stumble over my words.
Does anyone else experience this??
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A baby’s first experiences with the outside world must be terrifying.
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I’m coming to realize that i think of sitting down to a real meal with full sized plates and multiple utensils as nothing but a chore.
Seriously.
If i can get quality sustenance via grabbing snacks, why wouldn’t i do that? That literally gives me one cooking mess to clean up for the week rather than one every fucking day. I do a small variety of snacks so that i can have choices during the week depending on my mood. And, i get to have that extra 30-45 minutes every night to do whatever the fuck i want, not something that is strictly a requirement of living. Plus, if i’m in the middle of something at dinner time, i don’t have to stop what i’m doing for more than 3 minutes to grab a snack.
This makes so much sense to me, and now that i’ve seen this idea, i can’t unsee it and i wonder why the hell i never saw it before… It’s really the foundation for a killer routine to support how my brain operates.
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Being needed sometimes feels overrated.
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I just dumped an open bottle of cinnamon in my lap. I’m irritated as hell! but, i do smell like some kinda yummy desert, so… there’s that…
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I haven’t had soda in quite a while, but recently got a couple of bottles – 1 coke, 1 ginger ale. Both bottles went in the fridge after i met my carbonation limit for the day.
Each was only open for about 24 hours.
Both were flat as fuck when i went back for the other half.
Now, i remember when i was younger, early 20s – not little kid type “Back in the day’ – you could put an open bottle of soda in the fridge and it not go flat for a week.
These bottles lasted less than a day…
What the fuck gives??
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i like Wenesdays. They are calm; no inherent sense of urgency or dread. it randomly does a cameo as a friday, which is fun. Wednesdays are chill.
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I need the stability and discipline of a routine, but I also need to be able to allow myself to get lost in something for multiple hours at a time. Is quite the conundrum!
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Imagine that! if you actually follow the instructions you were given, shit fucking works! whoda thunk it?
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 