(I thought about calling this post Thoughts On a Winter Evening — ’cause it sounded poetic, but decided that, although it’s really only 7:15 as I begin, it most definitely feels like night. It’s January. It’s pitch black. I’m going with Night.)
As I drove home tonight — it doesn’t matter from where — some thoughts kind of flitted haphazardly through my brain. Which, believe it or not, got me thinking about some things …
Have you ever thought about your train of thought? By this I mean, have you ever concentrated on rewinding what got your brain from where it began to where it ended up? Well, I have. (I bet you knew I was going to say that!) Every once in a while I like to do just that, because it helps me pay attention to how easily my thoughts fly from one thing to another. Someone, somewhere may think it really is totally random, how you get from point A to point G. But it’s really not. At least not in my case. I enjoy retracing my mental steps. There’s always something that triggers the jump to the next step. Whether it’s an external or internal force, it’s necessary. And I get a kick out of figuring it out. Every once in a while. I do.
In a related story …
Then I was thinking about the way my mind works, as opposed to the way my husband’s mind works. At least as far as I can tell. (His mind is more of a mystery to me than you might think.) As I get older I notice more occasions where I realize I must have been thinking of something important, like something I need to do, but haven’t done. At these times, I find that, though the dim memory of such a thought still lingers, I can’t put my finger on what it was. But the vague, uneasy feeling stays with me. That feeling that some little monster is waiting, just out of sight, to attack. If only I could remember the thought that triggered it, I could face the little beast with my sword at least at the ready. Because there’s nothing worse than realizing too late that you’ve forgotten to … defrost the meat for dinner, take a child to the orthodontist, or pay the water bill.
ANYway! My point was going to be this: I’m almost certain that Jeff’s mind does not weave and spin like mine does. His is most likely working in an orderly, logical fashion. (No, he’s not Spock, but … yeah, for all intents and purposes, he’s Spock.) I’ve never asked him about this, but I’m quite sure he’s exempt from this kind of scattered thought process. Want to know how I know? I listen to his conversations. And I listen to mine. My little brother used to frequently call out, “Bunny trail alert!” when he and I were talking, so as to keep us from losing sight of the original purpose of the conversation. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone yell out, “Bunny trail alert!” when Jeff is talking. So. There you have it. There’s my empirical evidence.
There’s also this. I don’t know how many times throughout one day I find that, though my intent was to put some item away, and I probably actually began the task, I realize that something else popped up that kept me from completing my mission. Just sitting here now I can recall two times this happened yesterday. And that’s without even wracking my brain. Jeff, on the other hand … Well, he never puts anything away, so I guess that’s not a fair test. But I bet if he did, he’d do one job before tackling another. Probably. (Sadly, we may never know the answer to this.)
So, yep. That’s pretty much what kept my brain busy on the solitary drive home. There was no one to talk to in the car, so I thought I’d tell you! You’re welcome.