Friday, November 25, 2005

post the twenty-third



So there I was, sitting in front of a computer at the library, when a thought struck me.

"You need to go to the bathroom," the thought said.

Not one to disobey a thought such as that, I dutifully headed toward the bathroom. I walked inside, chose a stall, shut it carefully behind me, and stood there.

I was absolutely dumbfounded. I couldn't remember what to do next. I knew I needed to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't remember the steps involved in the process. I won't go into any graphic detail here, because no one wants to read about that, but all I could remember were generalities, such as sitting down and the removal of various articles of clothing.

I figured it out quickly enough, but the fact that I couldn't remember how to relieve myself was a bit disconcerting.

The image I've posted along with this entry really has nothing to do with the story; it's merely the sort of image I conjure up in my mind when I don't know what's going on. I picture confusion and bewilderment as a gray sort of feeling.

- Optimistic.

4 comments:

Thirdmango said...

I thought you were going to comment on how you came back and found your backpack to be stolen.

Redoubt said...

I suppose that is the price of brilliance.

JB said...

There are some things our minds remember and some things our bodies remember. Maybe you were trying to brain your way through a physical memory. I've done that with dancing. There are a few routines that I remember pretty well, but if you asked me to tell you how they go, I'd never be able to. I have to go through the motions. Preferably with someone who knows the same routine...

azurerocket said...

That was so random and funny. I love it.