Thought Explosion

I was eating lunch with my wife today, it was nice. We were both tired because we have not been sleeping well at night, so we were pretty quiet. I was thinking about something. Really hard. The kind of thinking that consumes every aspect of your conciousness and eradicates the existance of the outside world. It felt like the more I concentrated on it, the more real it became, like my thoughts alone were enough to physically manifest this idea.

Her Suddenly, "David! Did you hear me? We need to get the cat fixed."

Me "..."

Crap. Not only is Merlin going to lose both his testicles in a horibly emasculating ritual, but now I have absolutely NO idea what I was just thinking about. Just moments before you could have slapped me and the idea would have reached out and stopped your hand. "Excuse me," it would say. "Can't you see we are deeply engaged here?" But now I can't even remember what it was I was so totaly engaged with. I have heard of the "Brain Fart" but those you can generally recover from if you trace your thoughts or the flow of a conversation back long enough. This was more final. This was total mental eradication. It's like the words had set off a bomb in my head that devastated every thought I had ever had. I was left thinking "Huh, what?" and trying to remember how to talk. I had just experienced a "Thought Explosion." A memory lapse so total adn complete that I may never remember what I was thinking about. I have tried to recover, tried to remember what I was so intently pondering but to no avail. That idea could have been so revolutionary, so important that, had I remembered it, it may have changed the coarse of history. I could have made millions off that idea but now all I've got is an idea for a bumper sticker that reads "My brain doesn't fart, it explodes!"

Now more than ever.

Let's just say that the "real" world is amazing. I recently began work at my first job in my field of study since graduating from colege and I am loving it. After working my way through school with 18+ course hours and 20+ work hours a week having a "real" job is like a vacation. Before I was in class for about five hours hours a day, at work for six to eight hours and working on homework late into the night. Now I am done with work at four...period. The amount of free time I have at the end of the day is comparativly huge.
Even while I am at work I have a ton of down time. I spend an astronomical amount of time just waiting for people get back to me. So with my ADD at an all time high, I end up being bored....alot. So this is the inaugeral post in a renewed effort to blog more often. I am going to be exploring what it's like to be ADD in the workplace and how it both hurts and helps me in getting things done.

Ouch...

Just when i am beginning to regain some of my confidence in organized religion, someone goes and does something stupid. I was reading on digg today and found an article about some church in russia that decided to raise money for it's youthroom by creating an erotic calendar of its members...ouch. Now i know that this is just one church, but it really just hurts me to hear this. That one church has single handedly destroyed the influence that so many have worked so hard to plant in the hearts of people world wide. Just makes me sad...


Full story, but be warned it contains pron of the blasphemous kind...
http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,392005,00.html

So....

Yeah, it's been a while. So what? You want to fight about it? Today was just too strange not to catalogue in some way. I kept smelling people I know. Is that weird? Yeah, I thought so too. I went into work today and my boss smelled like my Dad used to smell, like stale shirts and expensive scotch. It was only for a second while we were passing in a hallway but it was exactly the same smell. It was like I had just left my Dad's office or was sitting in a restaurant with him having a casual conversation. I never realized how great a person's smell is. A little while later I was helping one of my customer's, an elderly gentleman, and he smelled exactly like Pops (my grandfather, 85 who coincidentally was admitted to the hospital today). The smell was of baby powder, moth balls and old skin. Another fantastically comforting smell. Again only for a second, and again it was the exact same smell. It's just strange that I never thought about how well I can identify people by their smell. If I hang out with someone pretty regularly, I can tell when they change their deodorant, shampoo, or fabric softener. Is that weird? I don't know. It seems pretty normal to me. The strange thing is how those smells all combine to make an olfactory image of someone. When I smell that smell I start looking around the room for the person. I haven't smelled (or smelt? Who knows) my Dad in a few years and Pop's smell has been sterilized by retirement home stench for longer than I can remember, but I know the smell instantly. Just a really weird nose day...Weird nose day....Ok, that means I need sleep. Good night and God bless.

So here I am...

This, I must say, is an interesting turn of events. Here I am sitting in my office trying really, really hard not to study, and moments later I am spilling my guts to the ever-personal internet. Funny how things happen like that...anyhow I want to welcome you all to the inaugural (god I hope this thing has spell check...) post of Boredom Inc. I like web pages that are updated daily because they give me something to do during the mind numbing droll of class, and so I proudly present Boredom Inc. Nothing special, just keep tuned in to see what I'm thinking about or want to rant about...not that you should care or would even be entertained, but you better stop by and check it out anyhow, fools!





...And, um, thanks for stopping by.