Friday Blog: An Open Letter to My Brain
We need to talk. You process information way too fucking fast and it freaks me out sometimes. And yeah, I am you but that doesn’t mean my point isn’t valid. Let me explain.
I don’t think other people wake up at 5 or 6 in the morning and go non-stop until 11 or 12 at night. That’s a little strange. I’ve been contemplating a faux-drug habit to create a socially acceptable explanation for this stuff. You know, other than the fact that we’re on the autism spectrum, of course. Between us, I use that one when I can, but most folks just don’t get it.
Classic example: us driving somewhere, anywhere. I really think most people just drive and, well, that’s it. They don’t drive, plan new scenes for their books, dissect the Irving Berlin canon, and wonder why Victoria’s Secret makes the itchiest bra tags in the universe…All at the same time.
And no, I am not shitting you.
As a result, most folks usually reach their destination in a reasonable and predictable timeframe. Again, I kid you not. No one but us gets sidetracked en route to the Foodmaster because they see a street named Beguine, which is like Irving Berlin’s Begin the Beguine, which could maybe be a new cool route to the grocery store, so why not drive that way, hum the song in question, and plan another scene while we’re at it? I think most people just get to the grocery store without random, half-hour detours.
I’m not complaining, really. After all these years, I don’t think I’d enjoy a typical old drive to anywhere. But how to respond to the inevitable ‘where do you get your energy from’ or ‘I want some of your drugs’ comments? Any ideas?
Your loving and conscious self,
Christina
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Dear Christina,
Stop fucking around and get back to writing your manuscript.
Your Brain
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