In My Head

So remember how I was talking about the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty?  I went to see it because I always liked the short story when I read it in high school.  I could relate to someone who lived most of his life in his head.

All my life people have told me that I think too much.  I thought that as I advanced in my education this would change.  It didn't.  My classmates in grad school thought the same thing.  My colleagues tell me the same thing.  Not as a criticism--just that they're surprised that I have so much time to think.

The reason why I can't fall asleep is because I can't turn off my brain.  I started that New Year's post at 4 a.m., despite my best efforts to talk myself into waiting until I woke up.  That I could get up early like a normal person, which would have been a few hours from then, so I wouldn't even have to wait that long.  But no.  My brain wanted to write the post right that minute.  I was pissed off at it, but what can I do?  My brain has a mind of it's own.

As soon as I wake up in the morning I want to talk to someone.  That's one of the hardest things about being alone.  It's not like you can just call your friends as soon as you wake up and say, hey stop what you're doing.  I want to tell you about this weird dream I had last night.  Granted, it would be in the afternoon, but still.  They have spouses and children and jobs.  They don't have time to listen to my dreams and random associations.

Often when I'm walking around the mall or the grocery store or even just turning a corner, I run into someone because I'm oblivious of my surroundings.  I actually have to remind myself that someone might be on the other side of the door so that I don't freak out.

Remember that whole Waco siege that went on for 2 months back in 1993?  I was in grad school at the time and I had no idea it was happening because I spent my free time watching reruns of the Flintstones and Gilligan's Island.  After the attack my classmates were talking about it and I was like, what's going on in Waco?  They were appalled and I was humiliated.

So I force myself to watch the news occasionally so if something happens like a typhoon hits the Philippines or the government shuts down, I'll know what people are talking about.

But you know what?  Blogging is actually a really good thing for people who think too much.  Even if I have to wake up and pee in the middle of the night and decide to check my stats, that's kind of crazy, but you sort of have to be obsessive about your blog if you want it to succeed.  And writers are always coming up with subject matter at random times because they're constantly thinking about writing.

So that's why I'm writing this blog so early in the morning.  Now maybe my brain will let me go back to sleep.

I think this doodle kind of looks like a brain.