Why??
Well, take for instance, the book that I have supposedly been reading for the past 5 months. {See picture in side bar.} Water for Elephants is a book that I had every intention of reading. Ten pages in, I, for some reason found myself back at the bookstore shopping for more books.
I bought another book: My Sister's Keeper, which managed to keep my interest for long enough. Long enough that I actually finished it! Hurrah! And after I put the book down, I picked up WFE again, and began reading where I thought I left off, only to realize that things were too sounding familiar and I could, with little effort, predict the next event. I found myself having re-read 5 pages before I found my actual spot. By then, I had had enough, and was back at the bookstore.
This time to buy A Thousand Splendid Suns. The beginning of which, was very interesting. Or, err, should I say is very interesting. I'm on page 20. And have been for...4 weeks now?? Pathetic. It's interesting, really! But my crazy brain makes me think a mile a minute...all the time. So I find myself thinking I could be doing/reading/eating something bigger and better all the time. (Re-read that sentence please. Did that sound dirty?) Never satisfied. Nevah.
This is why I don't like to clean. (Trust me, this will make sense. Or maybe not.) It's boring. Okay, I did it once. I have to do it again? And again? Shouldn't I be doing something more fulfilling? Spending time with the LG? Blogging? Working? Exercising? Reading? (Ha!) Talking? Annnnnd....I don't do well with routines, maybe that's why it takes so much effort to read a book. I read only randomly. I only stick to a work schedule because I have to. It's the truth. This is all attributed to my crazy brain. Seriously.
I can't even stay on topic for more than 2 minutes. I start conversations with people and then about 30-45 seconds into them, I lose interest and begin thinking of bigger/better. This is a problem, however, because most people are capable of staying on topic. Also, it becomes a problem when people think I'm listening and then begin asking me questions related to the convo. It gets embarrasing after awhile. With close friends, I don't hide it. I change conversation topics every time I blink my little eyelids. The friends have come to accept the crazy brain.
The craziness is evident in my writing, even. According to friend Jodie and hub-ster Chris, I use the phrase 'but I digress,' in approximately every post. But who's counting?
And so...this post is totally random.
Hello, world. And welcome to my brain.
2 comments:
You and me both sista! Just means we are busy, creative women (or at least that's what I tell myself).
Chris is proud to have made his debut in your blog.
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