RachelBigby
Confident
I have a feel-good day when I got some sleep and have a little energy. I'm going to do it. I'm going to adult today. Take a shower, eat lunch, go outside.
My motivation gets me into the shower, then the space-out begins. Sometimes it's a novel in my head with lengthy complicated plots. Sometimes it's a theology idea. Sometimes it's psychological study.
I finish my shower, then I take off pacing in my bedroom with wet hair dripping on the floor. I know perfectly well I'm doing this. I just don't care. After a few minutes I think I should adult enough to put my hair in a towel. I make a little progress in the bathroom. Then something occurs to me that I have to write down, so I run to my laptop half-dressed. A few minutes later I tell myself I need to brush my hair. That seems to take an eternity while I'd rather be anywhere else.
Off to the kitchen for some orange juice (it's noon and I've had no breakfast). Crap, I didn't put on deodorant.
Time for a trip to the store. I take the long way just for fun, then sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes agonizing over what to make for dinner. Roam the store for an hour going in circles as existential thoughts entertain me. Finally come, and people say they were starting to get worried because a trip to the store doesn't take that long.
Time to cook dinner. I lose the plot several times.
Psychologist at the testing center asks me, do you tend to be forgetful or distracted? No! I'm perfectly lucid when I walk around half-dressed.
Oh dear.
My motivation gets me into the shower, then the space-out begins. Sometimes it's a novel in my head with lengthy complicated plots. Sometimes it's a theology idea. Sometimes it's psychological study.
I finish my shower, then I take off pacing in my bedroom with wet hair dripping on the floor. I know perfectly well I'm doing this. I just don't care. After a few minutes I think I should adult enough to put my hair in a towel. I make a little progress in the bathroom. Then something occurs to me that I have to write down, so I run to my laptop half-dressed. A few minutes later I tell myself I need to brush my hair. That seems to take an eternity while I'd rather be anywhere else.
Off to the kitchen for some orange juice (it's noon and I've had no breakfast). Crap, I didn't put on deodorant.
Time for a trip to the store. I take the long way just for fun, then sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes agonizing over what to make for dinner. Roam the store for an hour going in circles as existential thoughts entertain me. Finally come, and people say they were starting to get worried because a trip to the store doesn't take that long.
Time to cook dinner. I lose the plot several times.
Psychologist at the testing center asks me, do you tend to be forgetful or distracted? No! I'm perfectly lucid when I walk around half-dressed.
Oh dear.