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:
I thought you were going to comment on how you came back and found your backpack to be stolen.
I suppose that is the price of brilliance.
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...
That was so random and funny. I love it.
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