It's a very rude awakening to realize that you have the attention span of a six-year-old. I've come to the conclusion that I need to be constantly entertained and/or amused. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I have attention defecit disorder. I don't need to be medicated. This is all really based on my actions and purchases within the last week or two. Somehow I manage to mingle the idea of responsibility with something completely absurd. Impulsive, even. I have a need for sensory overload, like browsing the internet with the television on, the radio blaring, and trying to have a sane conversation on the phone all at the same time.
I'm all about multi-tasking and the word 'simultaneously.' It always makes your tasks seem extraordinary, no matter how ridiculous they are.
He juggled three watermelons while simultaneously whistling the score to Bonanza.
Wow. Magnificent (I so seldom get to use that word).
And so I find myself with this constant need of a backup plan in case something goes awry, and I somehow begin to experience the burden of pure focus. On one thing. Honestly, I'm not sure I am even capable of such a feat.
Last week, for example.
I went to the drug store to buy tampons and walked out with three Pez dispensers.
I went to the office supply store to buy an organizer and ended up with two Hot Wheels cars.
I took a trip to the grocery store for milk and left with a pocket-sized laser pointer.
I went to fill up my tank at the gas station and strolled out wearing a ski hat. In Florida.
I seriously need an accountant and a personal shopper to keep me under control.
The other day I went back to the drug store and bought a jumbo bag of Pez refills.
Something tells me there is reason I don't want or need to have children. It would be like giving birth to a circle of friends. After a few years we'd be sitting around the sandbox with our cherry kool-aid talking about saturday morning cartoons and play-doh.
It's still a wonder adults put up with me. Maybe I do need to be medicated.