*Actual dream I had a few nights ago. I have no explanation for this.
Yesterday I was upstairs folding laundry when Charming walked in. My brow was furrowed, which tells him I'm in deep thought and that he should proceed with caution. He generally doesn't like hearing me say things like "I've been thinking," or "I have an idea." Potentially volatile conversations are sure to follow.
Charming (hesitantly): "Uh-oh. What are you thinking about?"
Me: "I think my blogging is making me a headcase."
Charming: "Your blogging is making you a headcase? How's that?"
Me: "Because of all the crazy thoughts. They never stop."
His unsettled look suggested I should elaborate.
Me: "Not like stab-you-in-your-sleep kind of crazy. More like the-thoughts-never-stop-and-if I-said-everything-I-was-thinking-out-loud-you-would-question-my-mental-stability kind of crazy."
Charming: "Well. Okay. I'm going to Lowe's to buy some paint."
And then he just looked at me and walked out of the room. Which tells me he probably wasn't all that concerned about being stabbed in his sleep in the first place.
And then I started thinking that if I actually said everything that went through my mind out loud then maybe he would take me more seriously. But then it might not be because of what I was saying but instead because I'd suddenly started walking around talking to myself all day. I don't know - it's all very confusing. Because sometimes there are so many thoughts at one time that I can't even piece them together in a way that is at all logical.
Kind of like this post.
And now you've just lost about a minute and a half of your life that you can never get back. I apologize. I promise to try harder next time.
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