My Poor Brain*

I worry about my poor brain. Sometimes as I begin to speak I forget was I was going to say. Other times, I begin one activity only to be quickly (and completely) distracted by something. As soon as I sit down to read or write or anything really I suddenly recall some wholly unrelated thing I've been meaning to ____ [insert verb].

Even my desperately strewn about interests seem to display this (gadgets, economics, politics, history, art, music, film, literature, on and on...) They read more like the required courses for a liberal arts degree! I'm like some kind of academic tourist without the academia.

I believe I'm pretty bright and I am thankful for my mind (I'll miss him when he decides he could do better and leaves me) but this can't be normal or healthy. If everyone's mind was this scattered nothing would ever be accomplished. There would be millions upon millions of half built statues and unfinished paintings and War and Peace would be a pamphlet!

It's my fault. I suppose I abuse the old boy a bit with all the reading and thinking and such. That truly isn't my intention. I mean well enough. I assume he knows that. After all, he's the brains.


*Apologies to Dave Grohl and his Foo Fighters for misappropriating his awesome song title for my not quite as awesome blog post.