Confession #1...I do my best thinking in the morning when I'm in the shower. I'm sure that I take a shower that is way too long. I should take quick showers; but I do have a flow restrictor on the shower head so I hope that helps. It doesn't make me feel any less guilty about it for sure but I just get lost in the heat and steam and my imagination takes me where it will. It's like I don't have any control once that hot water gets flowing, my body gets washed but my subconscious is in the drivers' seat...Anyway, I was thinking this morning about how I think. (I've been told that I think too much. Ya think?)
Confession #2...I have recently confessed to my husband that I think in pictures. I've never told anyone that because I didn't think anyone else did. (I still wonder if anyone does.) Example: You say spaghetti and I picture spaghetti. Not the word "spaghetti" but a steaming plate full with grated Parmesan, meatballs, place setting, salad, bread and good wine. The works! I think in DETAILED pictures. That's why I can't watch the news, or horror movies. It's why when I'm thinking about something I'll physically flinch, smile or whatever. You should watch me read a book. I KNOW I make faces, I catch myself and try to stop but then I get lost in the story again! It's weird. Does anyone else do that? Probably people with over the top imaginations like me but I don't know. Maybe I AM the only one...
Fantasy... This morning, for some reason the picture of a bus kept coming to me. Not a school bus but a Greyhound. Thinking about that picture reminded me of a fantasy I've had for years. (Pervs can stop reading now because there is nothing here for you) When my boys were little sometimes I felt seriously out numbered. Three to one. You moms out there will understand. Then their father would take off for 6 weeks-3 months with the military. Talk about overwhelming! If the boys got to be too much and I needed a mental break I'd fantasize about getting on a Greyhound bus. Of all things. In my fantasy, I'd get on the bus with just a small suitcase and a few dollars in my pocket (I'm always thin and young in these fantasies) and I'd ride that bus out to the middle of no where in Oklahoma. It's a long ride, it's hot and I'm so tired. (Even though when the boys were REALLY little we lived in New Mexico...not such a long ride!) Once I get there I hole up in a cheap hotel room and I rest up. It's smelly, dirty and kind of noisy but it's all to myself! Just me and that little suitcase. After I'm rested I get a job in a diner down the street and I wait tables to pay for my little hotel room. I like the job because I talk to grown ups all day. I meet interesting people. We talk about art, philosophy and other stuff. No one is calling "mom, mom, mom, mom". No one to take care of but me. Ahhhh. About that time someone makes a loud noise and I'm back in reality but the mental break was long enough that I can get back to everyone else.
That's just what I was thinking about this morning. My husband is away in Atlanta and has been since the 21st. He won't be home until the 5th at the earliest. I've been working on a special surprise for him for our 10th Meetaversary. (I can't tell you what it is yet in case he reads my blog.) I'm working on that, my regular job, shooting videos, 4 young adults going hither and yon, my ebay/etsy, crafting... Must be why the escape fantasy came back.
Anyway, now you all know just how weird I am. :)
