Isn't it strange how something that was not taking up any space in your mind a month ago can so quickly kidnap your thought-life? The mind is proof enough for me that God exists. At times I envision my mind the way this MacBook works, toggling back and forth between screens, except that the other screens are simply veiled in the background, not entirely out of view.
The point is, I realized I am distracted. And then I freaked out a little. Got a little nervy. Because I should be able to control my mind and push certain screens out of view, right? WRONG. Well, wrong in part. I don't believe we have zero say in where our minds wander, but I do believe we can't stop the wandering. Recently, my roommate was recounting a description she heard of the male and female mind. Now, these analogies are ridiculous, and you've heard them before, so just go with it. They said: the man's mind works like a waffle; there is a very clear grid with many compartments. They have to move out of one compartment before they move into another. And the woman's mind they described as a plate of spaghetti; all the thoughts are interwoven, occurring simultaneously and existing together.
(I've decided I prefer Legos and yarn.)
It's true that women are better multi-taskers than men, so it makes sense we would hold numerous thoughts at once.
(I've decided I prefer Legos and yarn.)
It's true that women are better multi-taskers than men, so it makes sense we would hold numerous thoughts at once.
But sometimes I want the Lego brain.
The yarn brain is crippling at times. Because so many thoughts are mulling at once, I need to devote time to thoughts individually if I hope to process them at all. And let me tell you, there is never enough time.
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